Power and mediation
Traveling through a dirty
Landscape of politics
Drainage
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
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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.
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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
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The MinotaurÂ
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
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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
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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
