Live and Let Live

All my adult years I’ve been thinking
I shall rise someday and stop sinking.
My songs are dark and sad, that is true,
But I’m hopeful and optimistic too.
Alas, I’m still flying in my cage
While wars are still haunting the stage.
When shall we learn that wars are futile
And all we get is demise meanwhile.
Why on earth can’t we see things clearly?

Why mus we always pay so dearly?
Why can’t we get rid of our own fear
Which every chance for peace it does tear?
Let people live, they just want to be,
You can’t be free unless they are free,
You can’t live in peace unless they live,
You can’t take unless you learn to give.

The Sacrifice

I was as tiny as the lamb
I used to graze near the dam.
My elder sister came along
To make sure nothing went wrong.
She was tall, slim and beautiful
And I always found her helpful.
She always took good care of me
Explaining all that we did see.
Ah sister, I miss you very much,
To your memory I’ll always clutch.
As usual there was a new war,
In fact every eight years or more,
There’s another war going on
Which actually can never be won.
But foolish people don’t believe,
That’s why they never cease to grieve.
The lamb was meant for sacrifice
Which, we hoped, would cleanse every vice,
But because it was very small,
A little bigger than a ball,
We had to take it every day
To graze in fields where we would stay
Until the red eye of the sky
Behind the golden clouds did fly.
A few weeks later it grew bigger,
His milky fleece became thicker,
So we had trouble handling him
Especially when it was so dim.
One day while the sun was blazing
And the lamb was quietly grazing,
There was an explosion nearby
That sent us flying up the sky.
Unfortunately I came down,
The only one that had to drown
Into the land of ceaseless grief
Where we still lack a day’s relief.
Yes, I was doomed to go through pain,
And see people slay or get slain.
I do deserve a momen’s peace,
Away from wars ruthless and fierce.

Who Is to Blame

You may lose the woman you love,
Or the wealth you probably have,
You may lose a one thousand things
By mishaps that misfortune brings.
All losses can be overcome
Except the loss of your freedom
Which can be lost, I’d rather say,
Once your own country you betray,
Something of course you mustn’t do,
Or once your country betrays you.
And here is my accusation:
I’m betrayed by state and nation.
To belong or not to belong
Is the issue all my life long.
Here I don’t have the position
Of a normal, free citizen.
No matter how good and honest,
I’m seen as a fifth columnest.
Nobody trusts my loyalty
While I live in such reality.
I need to feel my citizenship,
To have a normal relationship,
To rejoice in times of relief
And sympathize in times of grief.
I want to be part of thr state,
Not sen in contrast with its fate.
Am I to blame if the state’s flag
Is no more than a piece of rag?
Am I to blame if its anthem
Says nothing to me but to them?
What kind of citizenship is this?
Almost all its features I miss.
Oh country, grant me asylum
Even in a misrable slum,
Maybe then as a refugee
They’ll positively think of me.

Loving God

It doesn’t need an oracle
To get a good, sincere advice,
Peace that is every miracle
Is your prize whatever the price.
You may have a thousand reasons
For not having to compromise,
Hoever, a thousand seasons
Shall pass before you actually rise.
Yoy may find many excuses,
But never ever mention God,
He’s just one of your abuses,
He’s not the God I have always had.
My God does manifest Himself
On plain things not on a war ship,
He doesn’t dwell on a cold shelf
Hidden in a place of worship.
He shows Himself on the surface
Of a quietly flowing river,
Not on a harsh, revengeful face
That makes people at once shiver.
I don’t see Him on the façade
Of a grotesque, colossal shrine
With a huge marble colonnade
And layers of metal that shine.
I can see Him in a pure smile
Of an innocent little child,
I can see Him in ants agile,
Or a morning breeze cool and mild.
He’ there on the wings of a bird,
In its colors and sweet singing,
I don’t see Him on a long beard
With a fanatic heart ringing.
I don’t see Him in spices burnt,
Or endless days uselessly spent,
But in working hands cut an hurt
And in stiff backs painfully bent.
I see Him in each grain of sand
And in every drop of water,
Not in a heartless command
To massacre or slaughter.
God has mothing to do at all
With lust, greed, pride and prejudice,
Love His creation as a whole
And seek everlasting justice.
That’s how you can be close to God,
That’s hoy you can show Him piety,
Don’t use His name for your own good,
Don’t treat Him as a deity.

Life Story

Born free to roam from range to range,
From field to field, from brook to brook,
Never to be jailed in a cage,
Never to be caught in a hook.
The happy years of my childhood
I spent with friends modtly wild,
I couldn’t stand the neighborhood
Being stiffling, stony and hard.
While every one was still asleep,
I used to sneak into the wood,
I wandered freely far and deep
And watched the wild looking for food.
The morning breeze was fine and mild,
The flying bands kept on singing,
You had to be completely blind
Not to see their skillful swinging.
During the years of adolescence
I sustained my sincerity,
My daily visits and presence
Surely proved my fidelity.
Yet every thing got a new meaning,
It looked and sounded much profound,
In fact, I’ve never stopped yearning
To follow things simple but sound.
The woods I used to wander through
Became the dwelling of strangers,
The orchards, alas, gave way too
To mostrosities: cranes and bulldozers.
The walks and talks about the girls,
Became no more entertaining,
We started talking about jails
And getting orders restraining.
Now I’m beyond middle age,
Life has become unbearable,
Successive wars we always wage
And the wounds are incurable.
Hatred is penetrating deep,
It cosumes our humanity,
Whatever we sow,we shall reap:
Bloodshed, terror, what a pity.
We’ve got to have a new vision
And take a cmpletely different path,
Because if we make no revision,
We ’ll end up soon in a blood path.
It’ damn deadly just to believe
In one’ own righteousness,
Alas, we’ll continue to grieve
For we’ve lost our consciousness.

I Want to Be

I want to be a breeze
Blowing from the seas,
A hive for busy bees
Placed among the trees.
I want to be as plain
As a drop of rain,
Or as a golden grain
Rolling down a plain.
I want to be a stream
Flowing like a dream,
I want to be a beam
Glowing by its steam.
I want to be a ay
Leading to that day
When peace is in array
With colors bright and gay.
I want to be as calm
And happy as a lamb,
I want to be a balm
That can soothe any harm.
I want to be an idea,
Or a good formula
To preserve the fuana
And maintain the flora.
I want to be in motion
Like a timeless ocean,
A part of creation,
Or imagination.
I want to be a sage
Not standing on a stage
To preach a true message
Of peace, hope and courage.
I want to be a dove
Flying so high above,
Holding a branch of love
And peace we need to have.
I just want to be
What most means to me.

The Kiss We Had

The kiss we had made me unaware of
The wind freezing, howling and threatening,
The warmth we felt proved that a kiss of love
Could withstand all the blizzards frightening.
True love can overcome all obstacles,
And defy racial and social pressures,
It doesn’t need, for sure an oracle
To prove it’s the most precious of treasures.
How else then the frost could I have endured
And felt overwhelmingly warm and fine?
How else could I have been totally secured
Had it been not for a kiss soaked with wine?
But can we survive the blizzards of war
And withstand the huge waves of prejudice?
Alas, we desperately need much more
Than a random rendezvous or a kiss.