Tell me.
Tell me
The good news
This motley crew
And I am one -
Isn't it interesting how
We all have our stories
To tell
Back in the day
I went through
Check-Point-Charlie
And rode on the little train
"Bridge of Spies"
(Movie)
1978 interesting -
They let us through
We had lunch
Unremarkable
In some old building
With slow service
I recall
What must they have thought
Of us
Kids
From the states
On a budget
Tour
They wouldn't let the
Tour through
As one -
Just individuals
And
The Wall was still up !
I remember changing money
For the day
And being told not to take any
Away
( I may still have some )
Back on the other side -
They took us to the place
Where there were stairs
And people could look
At loved ones
But never touch
We climbed up
Some wooden stairs
We waved at the guards
Who were looking at us
Through big
Binoculars
From their watch towers
Across
The space
Filled with
Barbed wire
And metal cross pieces
They had big
Guns
And
I seem to remember
German Shepards
On leashes
A wide expanse of
Sand
And then
The Wall
And I grew up with
The threat
Of the planes
Of the bombs
Of the nuclear weapons
That would rain from the sky
At any moment
And now, they say,
The threat is worse !
And "they" have
Clothes police.
(What would they say
About my thrift store
Stuff?)
I would undoubtedly be
Beaten for myriad fashion
Faux pas !
But I am older now
And if the nukes fall from the sky
I only want to be at
Ground zero -
For I have seen your false
Promises -
And I know how lovely life
Could be
If -
If only -
We'd stop
Being stupid
And mean.
