Trying to leave
The pain behind
Breaking with your
Father and your fate
Comes at a prize
I am freezing slowly
Dying
Being free is worth
Dying for
Feeling alive, a little
Again
Until next calamity
Strikes
And I am on the street
Father
Battles
Trying to avoid
Conflicts at all cost
I don’t have the privilege
To pick my fights anymore
They pick me
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Going Down
Trying to make up for yesterday
Keeping my brain in shape
While being extremely tired
That is the nature of
Unresolved conflict
They keep knocking you
Down
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Change
Change is a beautiful thing
And in the same time
A nightmare messing
Up our life, destroying
Safe comfort zones
Moving into the light
What once was hidden
Hiding things that once
Was in the open
Ending ever ongoing
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On the Run
On the run
From the inevitable
Disaster that
Eventually will catch
Up blaming
Us all for our incompetence
Whatever we do
It all depends on her mode
Of the moment
Trashing us to pieces
Year after year
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Boring War
War is a boring thing
Filled with waiting
And cold evenings
Without light and
Heating
Waiting, smoking,
Talking and drinking
Whatever found
On the black market
Money always scarce
A few get rich,
Most people get poor
Everyone would leave
If they only found the
Door
But the war wears on and on
Through rain and sun, storm
and snow people dying all
The time when life could
Be must more benign
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Keeping the Wake
You keep me
Awake at night
Complaining for
This and that
Always blaming
It is never your fault
Throwing the children
Around like they are
Pawns for you
Which they are for you
But not for me
In the end
You know I will
Leave you
Relationship can
Never be built
On grievances
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Empty Talk
Empty promise of a better tomorrow
Made by people of privilege and power
Are worth as much as a grain of sand
They have no stamina, creating
Modern societies greatest sin
The fantasy of equality such a cruel yoke
To carry for the people
Whose burden of paying for the rich
Makes their life a misery
Only the stones will remember their struggle
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Saturday Fight
Another night of infighting
Wasted time, hateful speech
No communication between
The holy victim and the kamikaze pilot
And between two lost souls in a
Landscape of despair and mud
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Erased
Stormy night, rainy day
The conflict went on and on
With no end in sight
We fought our internal war
For many, many years
Slowly drowning
While the world watched
Our agony in ignorance
And apathy
Erasing us from its memory
Forever
