And do those feet in present time
Walk upon Dresden’s crowded streets?
And does
Pegida find its reach
Throughout
the West and in Berlin?
And shall
we not stand fast and firm
For principles: freedom of dissent?
And shall
Democracy take a stand
‘gainst
dark Islamisation?
Bring me my
bow of burning gold!
Bring me my
arrows of desire!
Bring me my
spear – o clouds unfold!
Bring me my
chariot of fire!
I will not
cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my
sword rest in my hand,
Till we’ve
restored Democracy
On Berlin’s green and
pleasant land!
(Wm. Blake
/ Sam)
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