Archive for english

Tomas Young

15. June 2023 political poem, english, poem Comments Off on Tomas Young

Have you ever heard the story
of the soldier Tomas Young?
He went to Iraq for the USA,
and was lied to when he was young,

to give his life and give his body
in a war that never ends.
For what’s called freedom and democracy,
he was sent to foreign lands.

They tell lies to let us die
for goals that aren’t ours
and if you do ask why,
they’ll throw you chained in towers.

Refrain:
Russia, China, USA.
Doesn’t matter who they are.
Iraq, Ukraine and other states.
We are just puppets in their war.

Tomas Young got injured
by a bullet in his back.
He lost his deadly wrong illusions,
with a body like a wreck.

To his homeland he returned,
where he fought a better fight,
against war driven propaganda.
But later then he died.

Let’s follow his intention.
For peace we raise our voice.
When they order us to kill,
we make a peaceful choice.

Refrain:
Russia, China, USA.
Doesn’t matter who they are.
Iraq, Ukraine and other states.
We are just puppets in their war.

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Tintenwolf
(geschrieben am 06.06.2023)

aufstand – freiheit

19. February 2017 political poem, german, english, poem, pretanisch, spanish Comments Off on aufstand – freiheit

aufstand, bostanje,
durok, émeutes,
exégersē, hanran,
insurgencia, intifada,
mapinduzi, matxinada,
qǐyì, pachakutiy,
raperîn, rebellion,
ribelo, turjumaad.

freiheit, swoboda,
sue, liberté,
elefthería, jiyū,
libertad, hürriya,
huria, askatasun,
zìyóu, qispi kay,
azadî, liberty,
libereco, xoriyad.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 23.07.2016)

abya yala

28. November 2015 political poem, english, poem, song, recorded Comments Off on abya yala

they came to abya yala
on their ships and full of violence,
started to conquer,
what wasn’t their land.

called the people there »indios«
and used them as slaves,
with the cross as their sign,
which legitimates.

and túpac amaru – an inca leader –
stood up and started
to make a stand,
wanted to rescue the land.

but they smashed them down
and murdered him,
forced the people to serve
and a genocide began.

today it woke up again
the call for freedom
to liberate the land,
which was called abya yala back than.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 13.08.2015,
als mp3 downloaden: mit Patsy Stone 2019_scheinwelt_-_cd_cover_front)

thanks idf

28. July 2015 political poem, english, poem Comments Off on thanks idf

thanks for dropping bombs on children
and defending the apartheid wall;

thanks for attacking lebanon and gaza
and for repressions against palestine in all.

thanks for indoctrinating the people
of israel with racism;

and in the end thanks for your work
of driving middle east into militarism.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 14.04.2015)

citytree

19. July 2015 political poem, english, poem Comments Off on citytree

there is a house
in the center of tel aviv,
growing like a tree,
blooming like a tree,
full of life and kindness.

here i saw another way,
how to handle with resources,
how to live with each other;
different from what is on the street.
it’s flying like seeds into the world.

not just sharing
everything you need
but also sharing an idea,
which makes my heart
growing like a tree,
blooming like a tree.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 04.04.2015)

a red block in a cold time

10. January 2013 political poem, english, poem, song, recorded Comments Off on a red block in a cold time

So, zur Feier des Tages gibts heute mein allererstes Gedicht:

It’s cold outside.
The society is dying.
We are all sick
and war is all around.

But I’m not afraid
as long as we make a stand
in friendship and love
against this brutal storm.

We are laughing
and we’re singing about freedom.
They’ll never stop us
neither now nor ever.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 17.05.2003,
als mp3 downloaden: mit Wayne Lost Soul 2019_scheinwelt_-_cd_cover_front,
ist Teil des Satjira-Projects (siehe »a red block in a cold time«))

Dove

16. December 2011 english, poem, love poem Comments Off on Dove

I never could stop loving you,
even though I always claim.
There was no time in my life I enjoyed
like these beauty, lucky days.

When I was lying in your arms,
I really felt the love.
And I will never realize,
that I lost my beauty dove.

‘Could never believe in any god,
who take away from me,
the only girl I ever loved,
the only one I want to see.

I prefer to die alone;
don’t want to jerk my heart around.
If I can’t stay together with you,
there will be an ever festering wound.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 26.11.2011)

The Way

29. July 2011 english, poem, question for the meaning of life Comments Off on The Way

I walk along an empty road,
searching for a place to go,
but there are borders all around
and at the end of our ways there is just the death.

I walk along an empty way,
don’t wanna find a place to stay.
There is no destination in my mind,
will be free and stay alive.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 29.07.2011)

rainbow eyes

13. June 2011 english, poem, love poem Comments Off on rainbow eyes

I feel her skin under my hands.
    I smell her hair in my nose.
        I taste her tongue with mine.

    I look into her eyes and see the love.
        I lie in her arms every night in my dreams.
            But the reality is cold and lone.

        It’s just the love in my heart,
            which drives me through the day.
                The love for the girl with the rainbow eyes.

 

Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND by Meas Wolfstatze
(geschrieben am 30.05.2011)