"Pastel" (New poem, 2021/11/11)

communist sun betrayed us
we were once a pastel shiny kingdom
of seaside benches, mountain yodel
far from one shore to the next one
new blocks were erected
people were driving their pastel
shiny cars
on pastel shiny roads
of pastel shiny
villages

where all the amenities were available
to workers' pride and farm daughters
farming for the village shops
the charms of
buffer state
freedom

if lucky, you could see Alexanderplatz
the height of the sci-fi dream
that space age flair
of cosmic architecture
while driving into GDR
like a jackal on wheels of a Fiat

yes, we were once in orbit
space age warriors of the futuristic saga samba
now what's left of these hopes
the pastel paint on seaside benches is rust
the mountain yodel is suddenly foreign
the shores are empty
and the borders scream fire

from all the strangers approaching to cross it
doubting arts, at fight
with the politicians who fight
other politicians
by making people break into groups
TV foes
and
TV allies

eternally complicated to rule
the masses, and prevent
wars, which happen anyway
wherever in the world where it's noisy
and sweat falls off the pastel colors
showing shades of steel and concrete
proudly built in the heyday
of clashing the East with western democracy