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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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