The Square

The local village square

On the way to the big city

A place where most people go

On Monday morning

We found ourselves trapped

Under circulating police helicopters

Giving a remainder about life under war

But we are not there yet

Just on the way

While drunkards and the drug addicts

Quarrels about what and whom

War has already started

In our minds and dreams

The War

A long time ago

In another millennia

I went to the war

By free will

Not as a soldier

But as a writer and aidworker

I failed miserable

To change the world

But maybe I helped

Someone to live

A better life

For a few moments

That is something

Next to nothing

But still

Something

Greater Than Life

Sometimes we come in the way

For great men stepping over us

They are not evil

Just busy pursuing

Their hobby

And sometimes

That includes

Sacrificing you

For their noble

Cause

Long Time Ago In The War

Once I visit the war

As a curious stranger

A young man with

(Quite) noble motives

The war was in full swing

Being near the frontline

In a besieged city

Listening to random shooting

Feeling trapped and scared

I felt very well, being in a sort of

Hypertension being aware

Feeling strong and present

I returned to my safe country

Leaving the war behind

I fell and kept on falling

Feeling like a rundown

Tired octogenarian

The tiredness never left

The Great War Revisited

I could not stop returning

To the war or forget the people

I met in the city

Still things got more complicated

The good people were not that good

Just human with a twist being in a war

Everything became human and very

Complex,perplex a culture with

Different rule that applied

All the great projects became crooked

Like life itself

So eventually I put everything on the shelf

Tower of the Self

Dystopia is here with the rain

As well as the cold humidity of a

Meadow in the summer

We never wanted to be here

Always on the run

Moving from city to the city

But being a prison of

Time and circumstances

Not much choices being given

The War Mongers

There are many different

Types of war

Inner and outer

Sometimes they coincide

Sometimes not

But here we are

Waiting for the total war

While we are collecting

White stones on a tiny beach

In the afternoon