The day of liberation makes me smile
Because I’m using sickness for a cause
Another one feels free to go for trial
But being free is dangerous, of course
Who makes the enemy insane these days
His target is the Mars and he should fly
We wait and see the whitest smoke, he prays
For peace and then he makes the people cry
What eighty years can do we see right now
Survivors are long dead and won’t retell
Our breaking memory should not allow
For what is almost lost to bid farewell
        Whatever makes you call for liberation
        Remember those who fear their celebration.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2025
        © nolly (image)