The News

Reading and following the news

All the destruction, corruption and

Thoughtless populism surrounding us

The bipolarisation of reality

Outside the spring is conquering

My world filling it with

Birdsong and flowers

The State of Affairs

Terror is the name of the game

He or she is out there

Fighting in Iraq,

Venezuela or Afghanistan

While that old bastard

A coward and a bully,

Has the whole show

Not fit to tie the shoelaces of the true

Warriors, that is on duty

Day and night,

A warriors with honour

It’s he or she

That should have been President ,

Instead of being brought here to die

Like a dog in the sun.

Fire

When hope dies

You die a little,

Life already so bleak becomes bleaker

The colour disappear,

Not expecting anything to

Change to the better

In an era of lost hope

The words of the politicians

Are more empty, meaningless

The power is in someone else’s

Hand

Playing with us like a careless child

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

The Gone Leader

The dictator is gone

Eaten by his own desire

To eat others

On the ground is rubble and lies

That surrounded him

Now he is just an old man

Like any other old man

With his complaints and

Misgivings

I eat his picture as a cream cake

Trying to forget and forgive

His terror

Praying that he never return

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