Bad Times

I know

I have to fight

But

I have been fighting

My whole life

Every time things get worse

Only temporary victories

Wartime Walk

Running for my life

It is early in the morning

The first day of the war

I am sweating

The blood in the gutter

And all the bodies

Still warm torned apart

Bloodless white skin

I have no time

Time ended today

Still time is important

If there is any chance

We might make it

But the truth is

It is too late

Struggle

Fighting the pain,

The fear and self-contempt

All the lost time, all the lost tears

All emotions repressed

In order to survive

And now when life is almost gone

Another try to get out of this cycle

Running Wild

Stress, being afraid to lose

The grip, the control

In a fighting mode

Ready and prepared

Still not present

Avoiding the fight

So I have to get down

Feeling that I can

Take the fight

Eventually

Hideout

Hiding in the dark

Like a spider

Waiting for better times

While the noisy monsters outside

Keeps running around

Making life difficult

The State of Affairs

Terror is the name of the game

He or she is out there

Fighting in Iraq,

Venezuela or Afghanistan

While that old bastard

A coward and a bully,

Has the whole show

Not fit to tie the shoelaces of the true

Warriors, that is on duty

Day and night,

A warriors with honour

It’s he or she

That should have been President ,

Instead of being brought here to die

Like a dog in the sun.