Mein erster hier veroeffentlichter Text, etwas zur aktuellen Lage im Irak und der westlichen Welt.
Ausnahmsweise ein Text in Englischer Sprache, normalerweise schreibe ich auf Deutsch.
Anmerkungen, Kritik und Verbesserungsvorschlaege nehme ich gerne an, nun viel Vergnuegen beim Lesen:
War-Spring-Morning
by Tyrel aka Till Gendig; 17.3.2003
5:45 on some cold morning
Awakened by a metal ring
Awakening from some awkward dream
I watch out the window, watch the sun dawning
Snow is melting, It\'s almost Spring.
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice shows reality
Through radio-voices I hear the warning
Wake me up to reality
(...not quite in my reality...)
Drinking coffee while watching outside
The snow is melting with the sun
Ignoble mind, fleeing his treason
On my own, a-hiding, on the run.
\"Stand up and fight\", I silently whisper
Making up plans, just on my own.
Hating myself, so foolish and helpless
Lost in a thought, in voices I drown.
Ignoble mind, and empty\'s my moan.
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice shows reality
Through radio-voices I hear the warning
Wake me up to reality
(...not in my reality...)
Wandering through a world, set alight
Through my narrow mindscape, formed like clay
Paralysed from a TV-Screen
Blindfolded I\'m searching for some truth\'s ray.
Alas, so simple, where I should stand
Crying injustice rings in my mind
Coffined in iron, Death is lurking
The inhuman reaper, cutting so blind
cutting the very roots of mankind.
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice shows reality
Through radio-voices I hear the warning
Wake me up to reality
(...not so far reality...)
Oh, how I\'d wish to stand there
To stand against the coldest kill
Screaming to the world
Of hatred, of murder, of the most mindless will!
But yet I sit as my coffee goes cold
I stare the snow with glassy eyes
I watch the snow which slowly melts
Revealing all the winter\'s lies
Hoping for a new-born\'s cries
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice of reality
Too late we heard the helpless warning
Too surprised by reality
(...but somehow not quite reality...)
(...somehow not our reality...)
Ausnahmsweise ein Text in Englischer Sprache, normalerweise schreibe ich auf Deutsch.
Anmerkungen, Kritik und Verbesserungsvorschlaege nehme ich gerne an, nun viel Vergnuegen beim Lesen:
War-Spring-Morning
by Tyrel aka Till Gendig; 17.3.2003
5:45 on some cold morning
Awakened by a metal ring
Awakening from some awkward dream
I watch out the window, watch the sun dawning
Snow is melting, It\'s almost Spring.
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice shows reality
Through radio-voices I hear the warning
Wake me up to reality
(...not quite in my reality...)
Drinking coffee while watching outside
The snow is melting with the sun
Ignoble mind, fleeing his treason
On my own, a-hiding, on the run.
\"Stand up and fight\", I silently whisper
Making up plans, just on my own.
Hating myself, so foolish and helpless
Lost in a thought, in voices I drown.
Ignoble mind, and empty\'s my moan.
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice shows reality
Through radio-voices I hear the warning
Wake me up to reality
(...not in my reality...)
Wandering through a world, set alight
Through my narrow mindscape, formed like clay
Paralysed from a TV-Screen
Blindfolded I\'m searching for some truth\'s ray.
Alas, so simple, where I should stand
Crying injustice rings in my mind
Coffined in iron, Death is lurking
The inhuman reaper, cutting so blind
cutting the very roots of mankind.
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice shows reality
Through radio-voices I hear the warning
Wake me up to reality
(...not so far reality...)
Oh, how I\'d wish to stand there
To stand against the coldest kill
Screaming to the world
Of hatred, of murder, of the most mindless will!
But yet I sit as my coffee goes cold
I stare the snow with glassy eyes
I watch the snow which slowly melts
Revealing all the winter\'s lies
Hoping for a new-born\'s cries
Wake me up on a war-spring-morning!
Melting ice of reality
Too late we heard the helpless warning
Too surprised by reality
(...but somehow not quite reality...)
(...somehow not our reality...)
