What are we?
Where are we?
This autumn
When smoke and ashes
Covers the earth
Soon snow will cover
This land,
but the winter
Will not be like
Before
Covers
Mad Monday Notice
i don’t feel
Just am so tired
And still the sun shines
Behind the cloud
The pine-trees moving in the wind
Talking their own language
Making their conclusion
Is another time you know now
But what time is it?
What time is it now?
The time of hot, hot summer
And strange diseases
Or the time of other things
We don’t know
Around us
Around us
People are dying
We go around pretending
Is nothing going on
People isolate and procrastinate
Getting angry, drunk or sad
Anything to get out of the mad, mad place
That has become our space
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Message of Change
This year, like last year
In this cold and damp
Country
We had the earliest and
longest summer
Ever known
The woods started burning
And the grass turned brown
Already in May, the cattle
Had to be slaughtered
Because of the drought
It is a great illusion
That nothing will
Change or is changing
This summer is also
Comes early
We do not need to
Continue this road of
Self destruction
This summer one month
Earlier than normal
Changes everything
The great illusion
Is believing that our
World will not change
being here
But being there,
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