Our time has passed

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You came to me one Winter morn.
I won’t forget that day,
the marvel felt, the beat I lost,
that endless dot of time.
I think of it, can’t help but cry,
and tears are running free.
Now that our time has passed and gone,
now that you moved away,
there’s nothing left but memories
of what is yours to keep:
my life, my heart, my very soul,
and every part of me.

Methinks America

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Methinks, America, your soul cracks down.
Wasn’t it you who saved the human race
from slavery when Hitler’s force has grown?
Why do you now step back, and lose your face?

It seems to me that wisdom is a sin
wherever one can buy a gun at will,
wherever liberty is based on skin.
Your freedom sounds to me like “free to kill”.

You represented everything that’s good
in years gone by, but now you look mislaid.
You masters of mankind and brotherhood
now it’s your turn to cry for lack of faith.

The world is watching you with careful eyes
there’s no more space for bullshit and for lies.