Neue Weimar

Not far are we

from Weimar’s naivete

all hopeful for transformation

launched from shoulders of giants

Assured wonders of our creation

repurposed, now benign

will cement a new republic

atonement for acts unforgiven

Where gratitude is foreign

and sincerity only feigned

we walk on eggshells

we scarcely breath

you will not miss us

but we are watching