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“The Machines” by Walter Mehring<br />

Walter Mehring, one of the most prominent satirical authors<br />

in Weimar, later banned during the Third Reich wrote the<br />

lyrics to this riling anthem, “The Machines”.<br />

With the last stanza, “The Machines” was a popular hit<br />

amongst Berlin’s <strong>Cabaret</strong>s, without it, it was sung at the first<br />

Nazi mass meeting and helped rile the Third Reich to<br />

power.<br />

(To be sung by a chorus of men and women.)<br />

(As dawn breaks, a perspective of dingy, eroded firewalls<br />

and smokestacks emerges. The sky is striped pink and<br />

mouse-gray. The factories suck in the work force while the<br />

hooters shriek.)<br />

Without sleep, repose, or dreams,<br />

Round the world and through the dark<br />

Where no daylight ever gleams,<br />

Man is hurried, harried, stark!<br />

Where the falling hammers pound,<br />

Iron shrills its hate-filled song—<br />

Ever ringed by deaf’ning sound<br />

The machines keep moving on!<br />

When the final door is sealed,<br />

When the final cheer grows still,<br />

Fearful must the work force yield<br />

To hooters shrieking from the mill.<br />

Pained to earn his daily crust<br />

Man crawls forth diseased and wan:<br />

Through the poverty and dust<br />

The machines keep moving on.<br />

Of a sudden in the night<br />

That gives neither sleep nor balm<br />

As awakened unto life,<br />

Iron stretches out its arm,<br />

From the cannons murders flash,<br />

See! Death’s scythe is clashing yon.<br />

While the human race goes smash,<br />

The machines keep moving on.<br />

Walter Mehring<br />

From the deepest slavery,<br />

Panic stricken, near to drop,<br />

The last mortal shouts a plea,<br />

An order: Everything must stop!<br />

Things stop! Yet even at the last,<br />

When blood fills earth’s greedy yawn,<br />

Still across your graves they pass,<br />

The machines keep moving on!<br />

Round the earth no sleep, no dreams,<br />

Through night’s everlasting reign,<br />

Where no daylight ever gleams,<br />

Brightly blazes human pain!<br />

When the last bombardment booms<br />

And dead iron’s strength is gone:<br />

New-awakened from the tombs<br />

Human life keeps moving on!<br />

(While the last ones march by outside, the song rings out<br />

and the factory hooters answer.)<br />

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