Barbwire and time traveling...

2017, Sawdust Saturday, January the 28th.  The surprise, the disbelief and frustration grow looking the world.  It's a strange sensation that science apparently has lied with the claim that it’s not, or not yet, possible to travel in time. With a flight to the West you can go back from Europe, in about 8 hours easily travel 80 years back in time and walk around in the 1930s of the last century, with all the trimmings.  A screaming narcissistic leader, a flock of trained heel clickers and in the background a few very rich elite who have historical acurate the same names.  Studiously some try to travel back to the future, to the countries where their ancestors lived.  It is unfortunate for Canada and Mexico but in Europe they are really for the absorption of refugees in the region.  "Back to the future" there is only a border crossing away and fortunately there is enough place for refugee tent camps, although in the snow covered landscape, but that even no excuse in Europe to work on a better and more humane solution.  While there are huge similarities becoming visible, between the former enemies on both sides of Europe, especially when it concerns women, gays and all non-white citizens. Freedom of expression and independent journalism must give way to state propaganda, while in the last bastion of free democracy, the human rights are under pressure by the attempt of right-wing politicians to control the, once so empowered , people again.  Under the yoke of "international threats”, the elite try to abolish any form of privacy in a kind of Stasi or Pide-like manner, control each and every individual. Due to modern techniques nothing is impossible. It is distressing to see that the now living generations are forced to make the same choices as their grandparents and great-grandparents; looking away or in be in the underground opposition.  "Wir haben es nicht gewusst" is no longer an option.  With the increasing difference between the censored news and the reality of everyday life, it seems to be that the choice for a cottage, with living quarters cut out of the rocky hill, in the rural countryside of Portugal, with the knowledge of now, was good option.  Yes, there is only place for some refugees, and therefore, our conscience will have to decide on priorities by the time our former homeland is conquered by the rising sea level on the west side and the brown boots marching in again from the east.  Screaming louder than the rest won't help, nor apologizing for denying or looking away.  The compassion will come with many restrictions but the love for innocence shall prevail. The sawdust maker wrote a song about a few months ago, and no, it's never been recorded ...

While arms are raised straight
at a portret we thought had faded out
While evil men repeat speeches out of dark days
and frightening symbols are worn with proud

While the innocents are imprisoned
and sometimes even shot out of fear
While humanity becomes a luxury for the elite
and their evil power gaining plans become clear

This doorstep is still hidden from that ugly world,
but the frontdoor will be open you hear...
I can't offer more than my compassion and love,
just know my friend your welcome to hide here....

While barbwire fences are marking the line
and walls are build high as the sky....
While shiny brushed boots are marching again
If you're running I won't ask you why.....

While the masses are believing the lies
and are repeating the final countdown
While narcissists and racists get in charge...
and Soldiers of Odin are hunting you down

While friendship is the only thing to hold on
and there's little to nothing left to loose
While respect and freedom are stolen
and survival is the only option to choose...

This doorstep is still hidden from that ugly world,
but the frontdoor will be open you hear...
I can't offer more than my compassion and love,
just know my friend your welcome to hide here....

While barbwire fences are marking the line
and walls are build high as the sky....
While shiny brushed boots are marching again
If you're running I won't ask you why.....

While the world is divided by rich and poor
your home no longer warm and safe
While poison is replacing your food
and being born just a journey to the grave

While all good we've known turns into bad
and crossing borders becomes a privilege
While darkness brings back medieval times
and violence becomes the universal language

This doorstep is still hidden from that ugly world,
but the frontdoor will be open you hear...
I can't offer more than my compassion and love,
just know my friend your welcome to hide here....

While barbwire fences are marking the line
and walls are build high as the sky....
While shiny brushed boots are marching again
If you're running I won't ask you why.....