Growing up, each step is a ladder
To be thrown away after climbing,
Else it trips you like a stone

Past the blue Danube
To the Black Sea
Still stand grey concrete blocks of a red state
Coloured with piss, of the
Dogs and men that have lived here
And to you dear reader,
This picture mightn’t make too much sense
But it prods me from the past

It ain’t a scar if it’s foundation
The sound of freedom from a neighbour’s station’s
Here to see
And free for all (but not like speech)
And not like beer
Those perched at star position
Still will flinch
Still all pigs
And what does this make me?

Dear neighbour, are you really so remiss?
If mine is bigger, it’s a competition
I know you’ll bite, you’ll hiss
Then steal apples from my trees
But yours is bigger, that’s the scripture
And it’s the end of that

Past the blue Danube
To the Black Sea
Still stand grey concrete blocks of a red state
Coloured with piss, of the
Dogs and men that have lived here
And to you dear reader,
This picture mightn’t make too much sense
But it prods me from the past