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Zunächst ein paar Gedichte von mir, ich habe nicht genau auf Metrum oder Reimschema geachtet, bitte nicht hauen:
The Garden
Like crosses on a cemetery
Swords are covering the plain
Part of sticking in the trees´ bark,
Part of threatening to fall down.
But mainly transfixing the trees´ flesh.
Blood is spread everywhere,
At the swords´ tip and
On the gras around the entering point.
Looks like several ladybugs to me
Raped out of life
Abused like the bodies that fill the seams
- a sword´s leaving the bark
Thudding on the ground
Rain´s doing alike
Concluses the act of murdering
They are beyond help, just accept.
Poor
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Someday I will do
Having some bread
Spread with marmelade
Always the same thing
Like several days before
Naturally, do not dare
To touch the milk opposing me
Rather read the same lines
Again, again, and again
Compulsion, they said.
Maybe I should flee in psychose
`Cause in this world, I guess,
'Survive' is a dead word for me
Touching or even drinking the milk
Means someone´s misery
I can´t help it
It´s just this way
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Im Folgenden ein Gedicht des Ukrainers Oleh Lysheha.
Fox
I stepped closer
To a sunken burrow..
Slowly, I raked the surface of ashes,
Then pushed my hand inside
and there, among the roots like severed veins,
Touched a quiet heart, still warm..
Seems as if in Kyiv, on the opposite side of the woods,
Someone never stops conjuring spells..
I come back lifeless from the city..
In the streets I often meet the dead..
I offer my hand, dead eyes smile back,
The dead, pushing themselves, making a place for me
In a subway car..
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Abschließend noch der Text zweier Lieder von Natalie Merchants Album "The House Carpenter´s Daughter":
Which side are you on?
come all you good workers
good news to you I´ll tell
of how the good old union
has come in here to dwell
which side are you on boys
which side are you on?
my daddy was a miner
he´s now in the air and sun
he´ll be with you fellow workers
until the battle´s won
which side are you on boys
which side are you on?
they say in Harlan County
there are no neutrals there
you´ll either be a union man
or a thug for J. H. Claire
which side are you on boys
which side are you on?
workers can you stand it?
oh, tell me how you can
will you be a lousy scab
or will you be a man?
which side are you on boys
which side are you on?
don´t scab for the bosses
don´t listen to their lies
poor folks ain´t got a chance
unless they organize
which side are you on boys
which side are you on?
Text ursprünglich von Florence Reece
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Crazy Man Michael
within the fire
and out upon the sea
crazy man Michael was walking
he met with a raven
with eyes black as coal
and shortly they were talking
"your future, your future
I will tell to you, your future
you often have asked me
your true love will die
by your own right hand
and crazy man Michael
will cursed be"
Michael he ranted
and Michael he raved
and he beat at the four winds
with his fists-o
he laughed and he cried
he shouted and he swore
for his mad mind
entrapped him with a fist-hold
"you speak with an evil
you speak with a hate
you speak for the devil
that haunts me
for is she not the fairest
in all the broad land?
your sorceror´s words
are to taunt me"
he took out his dagger
of fine and broad steel
and he struck down the raven
through the heart-o
the bird fluttered long
and the sky it did spin
and this cold earth did
wander ´round startled
"oh, where is the raven
that I struck down dead
and here did lie
on the ground-o?
I see my true love
with a wound so red
where her lover´s heart
it did pound-o"
crazy man Michael
he wanders I´m told
and he talks through
the night and the day-o
but his eyes they are sane
and his speech is plain
and he longs to be far away-o
Michael he whistles
the simplest of tunes
as he asks of the wild wolves
their pardon
but his true love has flown
into every flower grown
and he must be keeper
of the garden
Text ursprünglich von Richard Thompson & Dave Swarbrick
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