Karl and Friedrich sitting and waiting.
Marx and Engels, those two.
Unseparable, here at least.
And back then, in East Berlin.
Chuckling pupils pointing stealthily
At the rigid faces.
Almost no reverence for the rigid ideals.
Background image for school trips.
Even today – husks of history,
Doomed to be a motif of photos,
As proof: “We were here!”
Once upon in the east. And today?
Can you still see us standing there
With the red neckerchief?
If only we could learn to see them with new eyes.
With a wink and the certainty of history:
All is connected.
Karl and Friedrich sitting and waiting.
Marx and Engels, those two.
Unseparable, here at least.
And back then, in East Berlin.
Chuckling pupils pointing stealthily
At the rigid faces.
Almost no reverence for the rigid ideals.
Background image for school trips.
Even today – husks of history,
Doomed to be a motif of photos,
As proof: “We were here!”
Once upon in the east. And today?
Can you still see us standing there
With the red neckerchief?
If only we could learn to see them with new eyes.
With a wink and the certainty of history:
All is connected.