The fall of the Berlin wall, re-unification of Germany, the end of an era. Winner Slam R3 |
The Wall _________________________________________________ That was when Donald duck Trabis met Uncle Scrooge Mercedes Benz In rivers of head lights Winding through hills and valleys Strangers dancing in circles Street musicians on violins, accordions without names, On Potzdammer Platz That cold, predawn 11/9, in eighty nine frame. And, Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall…………… I clinked glasses at Ku’damm Smoking over coffee, beer and cheap champagne With five million other voices Heard only in dreams On the streets of Berlin. When the French spoke German And the Germans French. No jackboots, no rifles, no mud sloshed trench, In joy and delirium stretching out to iridium skies For the hand of God that gave. No Stasi, police looking on, unglazed No bullets in their guns, no fires ablaze. And Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…………… The Wall, people pouring People astride, people out of control, none in disguise Chaotic joy as East met West And bliss was in that dawn, alive or stone cold dead. Music drifting in from a balcony, Beethoven’s ninth Alle Menschen werden bruder Yes brother, O brother of mine Crescendo in cheers, pickaxes raised, As the first drill broke in And the wall was erased, Down, down, down and down Take this, and that and this again You twerps, imbeciles You miserable cold war myopic clowns. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men……………… People cheering, people crazed People drunk and people dazed No government in East or West, Checkpoint Charlie unmanned, deserted alleyways Slowly drifting into the hangover days Of surreptitious suspicion And longing for bygone pathways Of Trabi exhaust fumes Neo Nazi chain gangs On Alexander Platz trains, Lashing and smashing in the acid rain All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again. As the butterfly fluttered At far corners of the world dominoes rolled and other walls fell through the rainforests, behind the curtain ripping through the Himalayas breaking through the shackles of a bygone world Minds opened minds merged And the river ran another course Yes, it began in Berlin Or, did it? |