Wartime Walk

Running for my life

It is early in the morning

The first day of the war

I am sweating

The blood in the gutter

And all the bodies

Still warm torned apart

Bloodless white skin

I have no time

Time ended today

Still time is important

If there is any chance

We might make it

But the truth is

It is too late

Thorny Paths

The landscape is barren

And the road is narrow

No one around

Only you and your mind

Your thoughts

Running around

Like wild beasts

That are

Leaving the peace

And entering the

Zone of war

In your mind

All the things that you should have done

And here you are on the ground

With nothing around

Time and time again

You are a loser my friend

But it does not matter

In the longer run

Orange Dreams

I saw the future by mistake

In a dream

All the nightmares

Had come true

An orange wind blow

Through the land

Killing everyone in its way

The enemy efficient and cruel

Burned down and destroyed

Every life at hand

No more trees, no more peace

Only hatred and violence

Prevailed

The strategy was the scorched earth

Destroying everything in their way

Relentless I would say

Though they could not win anyway

Because the spirit of life

Had gone

They had to die

No matter all the money and power they had

They just died in a slower way

No one could get away

However much you would pay

4 time

Before the War

This is the time before

When things are in the making

The moment of prewar

Before the big disaster

All around us

Plans are being made

Secret attacks and plans

Destabilizing and changing conditions

We pretend everything is normal

While they are starting to destroy us

Our life, time passes

In the end we do not know

If war will start or not

Until we are in the middle of it

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