A view of Dresden By Moonlight
~Johan Christian Dahl, 1839
Does Luna hold secrets,
does she hold mine;
does she hold regrets,
or to memory consign?
Steadfast she still climbs
though space and time
always keeping the rhyme
of an ancient design.
Water below reflects light
in celestial duet,
without music
without pain.
Its harrowing to think on the heavy bombing.' A non
Military town, with art aplenty.' Many refugees there
It seems and around; not economic had come, in terrified
Streams.' The war almost over.' German military gone'
And soon this town of beauty would be swept by bombs.'
Firestoms raging even melting steel' what a twist by wars
Victors.' I consider it wrong.' All this to build back better.?
A valid point? As I muse and consider.? Could that be an
Annoint.? Or If its 'Nie wider kreig?' Then thats something at
Least.' If its stop..' And maybe even question the con-vid release.? I
Guess victorys of truth, can be had.' Yet mass killing
Of normal everyday civillians.? On the whole this makes me' for one; very sad.)
Dresden
As the war was winding down
it was decided to bomb Dresden
It had no industry and had no military target.
the bombing was vengeance
Ten thousand people were killed that night
mostly burnt to death as the attack created a firestorm.
This was murder.
The killers got medals.
With the war on the thought was a dead German
is a good German.
I think this outrage prolonged the war.
It took years before the atrocities saw the light of day,
excepts India and Kenya, few knew Britain
could be party off mass murder.
The Albinos has been revelry to many carnages and
gotten away with it.
It is time for an apology to Dresden and her people.
"To my left,
I suddenly see a woman.
I can see her to this day,
and shall never forget it.
She carries a bundle in her arms.
It is a baby.
She runs, she falls,
and the child flies in an arc
into the fire.
Suddenly, I saw people again,
right in front of me.
They scream and gesticulate
with their hands, and then
-- to my utter horror and amazement--
I see how one after the other
they simply seem to let themselves drop to the ground.
They fainted and then burnt to cinders.
(Today I know that these unfortunate people
were the victims of lack of oxygen)."
Valentines Wishes On Dresden
Awakened before sleep had settled in
she peered out to the night of Dresden's way
and though her hero had no war to win
she blew a kiss to him, as if to say
"mein Fuhrer, this, your Fraulein dreams of you
and vishes you could feel this love of mine
I've done most everything a girl could do
but foolish, hope to be your valentine."
And then the bombs fell from a troubled sky
as if mere kisses from the Butcher's lips
before she'd even ask her Heaven why
her world was blown apart by groaning ships;
the understanding of it all is rare
in part because the world just doesn't care.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
DRESDEN, GERMANY February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;
and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.
They loved the Fuhrer -- sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!
And when the fire consumed all that it could
the winter of their lives was understood.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;
and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.
They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!
And when the fire consumed all that it could
the winter of their lives was understood.
Christmas Tree Over Dresden
Feb 14,1945 Dresden Germany
In their un-loving light, to stop a heart,
descending in the night, revealing all,
fortelling all to come, right from the start,
the soul of man did make its deathly call;
and dressed in light, a city stripped so clean,
their Valentine, to pray now is too late--
an ending not conceived--nor ever seen,
is close at hand, and in the hands of fate!
Warm in the night, a child could see the glow
of all the light, and see a Christmas tree;
just falling from the night, and then to show
that what we see's not really what we see;
Exploding in the night, death makes its call;
brought on by wrong and right, but butchers all.
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