#1775 - fascism 101

 

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fascism 101

 

Lieber Herr Gott, mach mich stumm, Das ich nicht nach Dachau komm

                              – popular 1935 jingle

 

I’ll never mix carrot juice and radish juice again

                           – Bugs

 

 

call them what you are

accuse

that’s crazy

there’ll be no more elections

 

call your lie this truth

 

first thing that comes into your head

and it’s ugly

 

call them ugly

 

they don’t know

 

the system, even broken goes into its old routines

 

in this case, that’s blame

 

soft shoe, slapstick

a funny thing happened…

 

but it’s not anymore

 

it was a long time back and salute

remember who we were

 

in fact, that wasn’t us at all

 

woke up one morning

and the underug was out, was gone

 

how’s that?

what’s up?

who? where?

 

‘surely it’s not?’

you’ll hear those whispers

 

the voice less, less

 

let’s all play pretend

let’s do dizzies too

 

you have to pretend it’s not happening

have to close your eyes till it’s safe again

 

the voice is going

 

this is the path

from broken to gone

it leads straight through pretending

 

there’s a fire

they’re coming for us

 

mix it up

 

we polish the teeth of the wheel

where the ship is going down

 

and it takes imagination

 

the chug chug of the machine

 

grinding of other bones

 

it’s trying to turn things

it’s stuck

 

but one goes on pretending

 

confuse them

they won’t know who they are

 

things are okay

we’ll all be alright

 

aren’t things better already?

 

phew!  that was a close call

 

this is the same place after all

 

but of course it’s not

it never was

it won’t be ever again