
I can no longer rescue you
if I open the door

I can no longer rescue you
if I open the door

These collected barriers work not only to stop fascism but also to stop anti-fascism.
Martin Niemöller:
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me
Martin Niemöller was a German Lutheran pastor and theologian born in Lippstadt, Germany, in 1892. Niemöller was an anti-Communist and supported Adolf Hitler’s rise to power. But when, after Hitler rose to power and insisted on the supremacy of the state over religion, Niemöller became disillusioned. He became the leader of a group of German clergymen opposed to Hitler. In 1937 he was arrested and eventually confined in Sachsenhausen and Dachau. He was released in 1945 by the Allies. He continued his career in Germany as a cleric and as a leading voice of penance and reconciliation for the German people after World War II. From Wikipedia

I see you there
through all the quiet
far away
to far

Our individuality is only skin-deep
because that's the only part we can see from each other

I don’t care for your name
I just like how it is presented

The veil you wear is harsh
it roughly rubs against my skin
when I get too close

I see only more and more horizons
when I am standing too close
to the concrete wall
surrounding
a you

The blue skies are fragmented.

I see symbols of our downfall forming
when I walk down
and look back

Motionless in time
a surface seems to ripple
my eyes blink
it just seems

Without thought things are nothing
with our existence they get a purpose
Our being is there being.

I hope it also quiet
around the corner

The windows are grey and wet
it's hard to see if it's outside
the warmth
or inside
I feel something
but the water droplets slide down
and captivate me

I stand in front of you
and it looks all straight
but it doesn’t feel right
maybe it's just an optical illusion
caused by our shared history
maybe I miss that crooked world
we both thought was right
maybe I see you now
not as before
maybe I just now
stand in front of you

I just learned that the decoration on my window
where I look outside
are fancy bars
it came with the house

Your spirit glows
a ripple through time reaches
it dissolves
on a fading yellow background
where a flower grows
when we now think of you
as that proud woman
facing in our suns
where you still can open
forever
for us
For Trudy, we will not forget.