The Pyrrhic Victory

That eternal struggle

Between the sexes

Keeps on going

Century after century

Now at the moment

Them men are losing

A lot of casualties

The women are winning

Their success is our loss

It is a futile war

But in the order of progress

It has to be fought

Because the world saves

No one in the end

And life is short

But ambitions are endless

Invisible

Traveling along the small trail in

Far north

The road keeps turning

This road

Were once used by the

German Vermacht

Built by the Germans

After they hunted all the

Islanders away

This is not a road but still a road

Overgrown by flowers and nettles

Like history itself more

Fiction than fact

But still underneath

The stones and gravels

Are there as well as some

Barbed wire

Inner Battle

Fighting an inner enemy

A game that cannot be

Won at any moment

Fighting myself

I turn out to be the

Loser whatever

I do

The Best Thing

Sometimes conflicts doesn’t wants to be solved

Avoiding the problem is more easy

Remaining in the same position

Is always most beneficial for

The one on top

Stepping out of the conflict zone

Gives perspective, temporary relief

Is it worth to take the fight

Maybe but,

One has to choose ones battles wisely

The best wars are those never fought

Killing Hills

The canons had just been silent

After a day of hard work

Killing people on the other side

We walked silently

Down the street

Watching the carnage from afar

Like in a dream,

The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood

All over the place

It was a that time to late anyway

To do anything about it

Being hardened by the war

Did not stop the slow breaking

Slow destruction of the soul

That would last for many years