Gone Magic or the Escalation of Nothingness

People in perfect harmony
Celebrating the beauty of wilderness
Not expecting the arising agony
Just feeling the purity of happiness

A market – crazy, chaotic and colourful
A group – lonely, sad, and hateful
Lots of locals – proud, pure and poetic
Lots of police – fearful, feist and furious

While the sun is shining
The crowd is flying
While they eat, sell and buy
The others eat, and wait for them to cry

Music fills the air
Everywhere
Smiles light up the day
Even there

There where all the worries
Are forgotten
There where for a moment
The world stopps to rotten

But then – all of the sudden
The darkness swallows the light
A fire here, a loud BANG there
Agression is rising

People seemingly lost
People just wanting to celebreate
From here to there...
...to nowhere

A stone, a fall, a cry
Astonished people just screaming „why“?
They push, they run, they fear
Just save me my dear

Why am I still here?
Why do I fear
So close, so closed

Pushing, holding, screaming
Hurting, running, running...