The wind is so hot an
d it blows with such fury
The great pounding waves
of the sea sound like thunder
Not the sea, not the wind,
but the roar of the silence
The surge of the blood in your ears
The night is so dark
and the darkness so empty
No shadow, no shape,
no sense of horizon
Not the night, not the dark,
but the harsh stony ridges
The desert where everything dies
Is nobody left,
tell me, where has the world gone?
The people, the forests,
the great teeming cities.
No people, no houses, no trees and no rivers,
only this cinder, this slag.
Then what of our hopes, all our dreams,
all our strivings?
The dawn of new days
with their promise of plenty.
No dreams and no strivings,
no past and no future, all gone.
They have wiped the slate clean.
Oh father, dear father,
you said that you loved me.
Why did you give them our
world for a plaything?
They came with clean hands and they talked so politely
while arranging the death of the world.
They smiled and conspired and we
smiled and we let them.
Cocooned in the shadows of
other man's dreaming.
We gazed at the flickering
screens in the half -light
And allowed them to murder the world.