Tick goes the clock.
Sky’s turning red.
Plop goes the rain on the roof overhead.
Splash go their boots.
Marching so hard.
Seen through the crack of a window that’s barred.
Down goes the sun.
On comes the flood.
Ultimate rays turn the rain into blood.
Glint goes the steel.
Passing so near.
Click and then bang go the sceptres of fear.
Splash is the sound
Made by the fall.
Nary a scream for the end of it all.
Blood flows away,
Scouring the street.
This is the emblem for freedom’s defeat.
- etched into a door-frame in a West German ghetto.