Monday, November 21, 2005

Bird Flu Blues

How does it feel
To be rounded up, bagged and burned
Mercilessly
How does it feel
To be rounded up, gassed in a chamber
Indiscriminately
How does it feel
To kill so many
In order to save a human race

A Little Pebble

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Laments of the 21th century

In the name of democracy
You came to destroy a country
Of many thousand years of culture and civilization
And to build your own model

In the name of democracy
You send your own soldiers
To search and destroy every home
Until no one can disagree

You will organize election
The candidates are the people you trust
Since they are on you payroll
And the people who vote
Will be protected by your police

In the name of fighting terror
You came with your mighty weapons
To terrorize a whole nation
With death and mass destruction

You try to control every street
But you don't even understand the language the people speak
Because you don't know who your friends are
You would rather treat them as suspects

In the name of compassion
You came to sow seeds of hatred
So the war on terror you wish to succeed
Can produce even more bloodshed

In the name of your own god
In the name of compassion
With you own definition of freedom and democracy
You will not leave any stone unturned to destroy the enemy

Scorching the earth and making the people suffer
That is not your intention
It makes you feel safer and less angry
Because between good and evil
You are on the right side of course

Can you believe in the twenty first century?
There are things that haven"t changed
You can come and change a country
And build whatever you want
As long as you have money and a powerful army

The only thing is
You will be there for a long time
And nobody knows the outcome!


A Little Pebble