The bombs are dropping still <br />so reminiscent of the dirty days <br />of powdered dust, so cocoa brown, <br />the city was surrounded by the coal <br />that built a generation there, <br />of Thyssen, Krupp and companies. <br /> <br />They say that there were just a few, <br />all Pharma men, such keen observers, <br />I do suspect that history, this time has <br />without a doubt received re-incarnation. <br /> <br />Well, not to worry, folks, they will not burn <br />the stuff that could so easily feed any flame. <br />Old men in fancy bunkers, patient men, <br />and always counting notes with little smiles, <br />there cannot ever be an end to this, dear God <br />you have your raindrops and the sudden snow <br />you must allow us to present the real show.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dresden-again/
