To the Mountains Afar

To the mountains afar
where the fated ascend
steps made of tar
and very tight bends

Still they march up
their hearts through the clouds
not a sound to be made
but their heads are too loud-

Telling them fast
that everything is a lie
"If you love your small country
you don't have to die!"

"But if that is the truth
then why are we here?
forced to climb tar steps
with bundles of fear."

The General turned round
and looked down on us:
"You're just going to die,
so what's the big fuss?"

The Nest

I look out of my window,

I see cars passing by,

I look out of the window,

I stare night in the eye.

I hear a distant song,

Isolated in my head,

Tucked in a lonely corner,

Away from all the rest.

This melody reminds me,

Of the person I know best,

His comrade is freedom,

His nemesis is the nest.

Like a wingless hatchling,

Incapable of flight,

He hides in his abode,

All the while fearful of the fight.

For before this battle’s fought,

Another must be won,

The fighter must conquer himself,

For a new song to be sung.

Ah, the melody drives me crazy,

Like the person I know best,

My best friend is freedom,

My foe is the nest...