I hear the door-bell ring and suddenly the panic takes me
The sound so ominously tearing through the silence
I cannot move, I'm standing - numb and frozen
Among the things I love so dearly:
The books, the paintings and the furniture...
Help me...
The signal's sounding once again and someone tries the doorknob
None of my friends would be so stupidly impatient
And they don't dare to come here, anymore now
But how I loved our secret meetings;
we talked and talked in quiet voices...
Smiling....
These walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation
And seen the hope of freedom glow in shining faces.
And now they've come to take me - come to break me
And yet it isn't unexpected;
I have been waiting for these Visitors
Help me...!
the way these brilliant lyrics are relevant 40+ years later is legitimately having me shook
idk... maybe because they're terrified of him and they probably won't get the necessary treatment/hormones (which they NEED). they've seen what the Holocaust is like and the last thing they'd wanna do is live through it
the last thing we should be doing is running away from our problems. there's a lot of POC (esp. black ppl) in the southern red states and it'd be selfish if we just leave them behind like that. we can't let these white heifers take control of this land that was never their's in the first place.
