On and on
The rain will fall
Like tears from the stars
Like tears from the stars
On and on
The rain will show
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
Thinking of this song by Sting, it is how I felt this morning, on my way to
work in Melbourne, the downtown towers hardly visible in the smog.
I was thinking of my youth in East Berlin, a winter walk through grey
streets, under grey clouds, in the air the smell of thousands of coal fires
burning in the flats of the town.
50 years of science are buried here in an avalanche of lies spruiked by the
miners.
I am sad and angry.
Peter
