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Of Power
Soldiers. Weapons and armour. And shields
Death is the only thing that they yield
When it seems you"re fighting for kin and for land
Know that behind you stands golden sand
Money. It"s funny- just like gallons of honey
It"s made by million bees who never stop running
None of them wants to be a bee, but a drone
In the end left alone with a heart made of stone
Fame. Who is to blame for wanting their name
Written in platinum, blood or in shame?
When we turn to ashes and our casket is rotten
Good deeds will, bad ones won"t be forgotten
Glory. I"m sorry- it"s and illusion
Representing the fruits of global confusion
People put people on top so they won"t
Have to put up with what everyone wants
Brains? PLEASE- who needs it when you"ve got hate
If it"s so fun to destroy, why bother create?
Since hate is so near to fear, nobody would interfere
No one would stay in the place of a foreign race, they won"t shed a tear
Success? It won"t make you less depressed
If that"s what you think. You"d get eaten by the press
And controlled by those with money and power
The person you were would soon get devoured
Power? It"s like a car engine with brains- wicked and cunning
Put oil in it and it will never stop running
And mothers will cry, And soldiers would die in the name
Of People with brains who promised them money, glory and fame
Conversation
There he sat in silence, combing his hair, smiling and ready to attack
Watching me with confidence which I at the moment just seemed to lack
He took deep breaths and blew them at me smelly and fast
A shiver appeared to take over me as if a train was running past
The distance between us would shrink like water on ice
And I couldn"t help feeling that I had just thrown the most dreadful of deadliest dice
His eyes were as green as the stickiest swamp on the planet
Once I had power of will but now they just overran it
He promised me things which, as he said, anyone would kill to have
And all my beliefs would simply melt and still seem more than enough
The idea of good and of evil, and of their conflict would seem like a joke
And I felt a scalpel run through me with every word of reveal that he spoke
Suddenly I felt on top of things, strong and ready and smart
I saw I could begin my life with a fresh, never- ending, diabolical start
Where compassion and love were but words in a dictionary and grief was more than unneeded
With no obligations and moral restraints and no promises that had to be heeded
Next we laughed with one single voice, he took out and lit a cigarette
I felt my lungs fill up with that smoke and I felt like an illiterate
He wanted my soul and not my friendship, he needed my heart and my mind
And then I saw those thousands of millions whom he was behind
I stood up in rage, it was what he wanted: my anger and my remorse
He stood up also, his chair aside, a tension between us arose
He said "Behold me, I am the Devil! Embrace me, friend, please come nearer!"
I hit him hard and all I could see were my blood and the broken pieces of mirror.
*******
He wakes up after a night out. Splitting pain
Cobbles. Road. Sidewalk. Town square, over it- slight rain
He starts walking. His limbs hurt, he"s with a hangover
A passing car showers him and he"s wet all over,
He"s got blood on his knuckles. It"s not his
But the torn shirt on his back most probably is
What exactly has he been drinking
Street- fighting, what"d he been thinking?
The city breathes round him like an awakening dragon
With people speaking low in an unfamiliar, hostile jargon
His name- doesn"t remember. His address- why bother?
He must have a wife, a father, a mother?
They all walk past him, he tries to catch someone"s eye
He"s got the strange feeling they would rather die
He"s got "Misery" written all over his face now
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By The Station
The Newspaper- vendor is old, he"s out of tobbacco
His hair is long past its last year"s trim
With so many things he"s got a lack of
He no longer cares that his face is too grim
The Newspaper-vendor is old, he has seven kids
They all want to help but they"re out of their jobs
He is forced to await any stranger"s bids
Since he does not want them to beg or to rob
The newspaper- vendor is old, his saga continues
With each day as grey and as dark as the last
Where the city"s a dungeon and people- its minions
He is strapped to his work like Odyssius to his mast
He walks by the station, he shouts and announces
His only merchandise, which is written words
None of the passengers that are waiting around is
Willing to listen to what he refers to
I stand there too, silent and leaning
On the station"s wall, observing the man
And I wonder whether he"s still believing
As he looks down and says "Dear God" again and again
The Newspaper- vendor is old, his kind"s at extinction
But they still exist in towns, cities, resorts
Bearing society"s unspoken conviction
Shouting out,
"Crosswords, news, and some sports!"
Hanging off the Ceiling
As I spoke to Death she complained
Of people, as she explained
Who feared her merely because she kept dearly
Her profession and the name she maintained
She said, "I feel hollow inside
"But those who abide
"In the world of the living are so unforgiving
"That they do not care about my tortures of mind
"Do they not see that I am the portal",
She said, "To being immortal?
"I would gladly retire, but there"s no one to hire
"For my service is so much important
"Now if it just wasn"t for me
"They would live eternally
"The world would be full of old rotten fools
"And crowded they would barely breathe!"
I said, " You are right
But, just in spite
Why do you take the infants and youngsters
Whom you sink into darkness when they"ve just seen the light?"
"When you are starving", she said
"Would you pick your bread?
"Would you ask your dinner if it had been a sinner?"
"You forget," I countered, "My dinner is already dead."
Death fell into silence after my line
"Do your worst!", I shouted, she shouted "Fine!"
She spoke once more as the rope tore and I fell to the floor
With the noose round my neck, "It is not yet your time"
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