The Minotaur 

Finalising the unthinkable 

I have become a monster

A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking

Maze

Without entrance and exit

I walk around looking out 

The tiny Windows to see

What is going on in the

Outside world

Hoping, even expecting 

The one day an earthquake 

Will make the walls

Tremble and fall 

More than 4000 years

Have I been waiting

The world has changed

But the tyrants remains

Doing their dirty deed 

In front of me every day

While the water slowly

Grinds the stone

Blame

I cannot blame

Anyone but myself

And here I am

Desperate to change

Without being able

To change at all

Caught between

Different ideological fantasis

Of what life should be like

And how to solve it’s vice and evils

No, they have no realistic solutions

And neither do I

Old Evil

 

Tonight I meet the old nazi

Not so old and

Of course not a nazi, still

In every way a nazi

Except by name

Expert in law and business

A perfect administrator for

Any Holocaust or Ethnic cleansing

He asked me to see

His latest work

A hate letter to the liberal party

For accepting refugee

Prepared to take up arms

If this continue

Still profiting from the

Very same refugees

Selling false promises

Selling fake dissertations

He asked me to stay

But I left leaving his

Odour of sweat and alcohol

Behind

While he told me to run

Gladly did I walk away

Only to be certain that

Greater evil wait

Ahead of us and me

 

 

The State of Sweden

Like it is not easy to know

I opened my eyes

And realize that the man

That I used to know

Had killed himself

Half a year ago

He had a son

That played harmonica

At his funeral

All his friends and foes

Wrote how sorry

They were

And that his suicide

And that it had left a scar

I once met him in a bar

He told me how his life

Had turned sour

Losing control

And the right to see his son

Not even speak on the phone

Attachment is for fouls

They will easy take away

Their pray and your

Beloved whatever

I know that if I care

To much

My soul will be touched

When they take my children

Away

Denmark

The dark side om mankind

Is not only to be found in war

In the most peaceful places

The worst evil abound

The evil of selfishness

Is hard to forgive

And we should never forget

The darkness that dwells within

Is often worse than

That, that is visible

Harder than stone

Is still the will

But broken it shall always be

In the end