Can Not Fight For My Rights

I am trying to fight

But I cannot

Lift my own

Hand

For more than

Two weeks

I have been trying

To write this letter

Saying

How important

It is for me to have

The place that I love most in this world

But I cannot write a comma

Nothing, can be put together

I have such a fear

I know I am going to lose

But still

I cannot lift a finger

To say

I  want this

I need that

I have the right

My father stop calling

No one calls

I am in silence

They are silent

And I am not calling

Anymore ever

Still I have to

I know I have to

Let me go down

To the water

And relive me of my burden

 

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

Late at night

Feeling lost in the night

The silence and the inability

In the same time is esoteric

I am not alone in the universe

And memories from the past

Many hundred years ago comes by

To say hello

All those lost souls around us

All those who lived before us

All those who will live here

In our and their world that we all share

On this level

Late at night

Being confused and lost

The city present itself with all its doubtful glory

But when you look closely things turn out differently

This is the way things are

They are not what you think

More like a mixed cocktail

The winter keeps the smell away but now it is back

The dirt, the dead, the lost and the con artist  are all back again

Doing the city interesting and multidimensional

But if you know the history of every street, apartment and park

The city turns out even more different than before

Like a mosaic in time bleaching slowly in the sun

Out in the open

Open fieldDeep down in the mud

There is a slumbering universe

Things to come and old memories

Lays buried here

The landscape open fields telling us about

Ancient and long forgotten battles

Under the snow new life is growing

Communicating stories

For those with open eyes and knowledge

Leaving

Visits to the old school of living

There is no meaning any more

To use the old school

They have corrupted

Their credibility

And again not knowing

Not questioning their belief

Made them fail

And fall

Revolution Returns Reactionary

Today 43 years ago in another country

A revolution took place

The young had gotten tired of war

Tired of the old rule and wanted something new

What  type of new they wanted

That was not certain but something different

And everything changed

But not in a way anybody expected

Different yes, from a strong man with mad ideas

to a tired bureaucracy without vision or hope

From a poor people to not so poor people

From being a colonial power to being a province

In the great federation of old and tired people

Without courage

A victory for the revolution?

Yes, very much so for what could be better than

Growing your own garden under the sun