I had this dream where I managed the gate <br />Under the shadow of the Parliament by eight <br />It was as though I'd been left there <br />At Brandenberg, under order <br />When the Gestapo left their hives <br />To carry out Night of the Long Knives <br />In a purge <br />From the Reichstag where ministers converge <br />To Kurfurstendamm Merge <br /> <br />This Third Reich, its architects <br />Thought ending was better than mending <br />The more stitches, the less riches <br />It was dangerous, this Nazi resumption <br />Their deaths are a poor assumption <br />Neo-Pavlovian conditioning, hypnopaedia, <br />Big pharma and bio-chem off the unimedia <br />By some unlucky chance such a crevice of reactions <br />Should spawn in the solid substance of their distractions <br /> <br />One afternoon, fifty eight men died in the chamber, here <br />Five thousand more were thrashing madly en-mass <br />As any would on the straße <br />Then the dream ends when the screams start <br />On the TV- a documentary- the narrated part <br />When the Gestapo left their hives <br />To carry out Night of the Long Knives <br />In a purge <br />From the Reichstag where ministers converge <br />To Kurfurstendamm Merge<br /><br />Mason Maestro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kurfurstendamm/
