Father

A long ago in eastern Prussia Young men with great ambitions rise So who can tell me who can say for sure Which one will win the Nobel Prize? It was a golden age for science The kaiserreich would hold the key And as the conflict came and tension rose The manifest of the 93 Haber-Bosch, the great alliance Where’s the contradiction? Fed the world by ways of science Sinner or a saint? Father of toxic gas, and chemical warfare His dark creation has been revealed Flow over no man’s land, a poisonous nightmare A deadly mist on the battlefield ”Perversion of ideals of science” Lost words of alienated wife And in the trenches of the western front Unknowing soldiers pay the price And on the battlefield they’re dying And on the fields the crops are grown So who can tell us what is right or wrong Maths or morality alone? During times when there’s peace he belonged to the world During times when there’s war he belonged to his place of birth Where, will this lead? What’s coming next? From your inventions? We wonder where, where does it end? Who can foresee, see what will be?