I have been through these streets before
The streets of misery, pain and woe
It is Fate, says my brother Joe
Controlled by the Gods we know
Gods have been gone for long
Leaving us with the right and wrong
Some of us play the God's role
Life on earth they try to control
To stop the rain and make it shine
To control your very life and mine
Justice is the right of the might
Holds true every day and night
A child abandoned, woman raped
They are weak and that's their fate
Fate, destiny or what so ever
The women always deserve better
A daughter, a sister, a mother
How anyone sane could hurt her?
Why do we fail to react and respond?
When a crime goes unpunished…
Morality, Ethics and Principles
Vanished with all the Values
This street is much too familiar
There is the woman at the corner
Waiting for the rich customer
We made a whore out of a daughter
When born, she was a daughter
Life has been too cruel to her
She sells, to feed her daughter
Though a whore, she is a mother
The shameless man tries to buy
A night of pleasure and paradise
But this world calls her the sinner
As he goes unsatisfied, to another
Ah, I have been here before
Seen the man go home on all four
Losing every step of his life
As he beats up his poor wife
The kids smoke and do dope
Burn their lives out of hope
A young man loses his life
He was stabbed from behind
Why do we let this go on?
Why do we fail to respond?
We always blame the fate
And Gods we do create
To be used from time to time
To justify every little crime
Poets, the men and women of words
Who say a great deal with their verse
There is so much more to this life
Than keeping the meter and the rhyme
People, good or bad, speak in words
It is mere words that change the world
Krishna, Jesus and Buddha
Gandhi, Lincoln and Mandela
Martin Luther King had a dream
Their words are always free
Good people with good words
They dreamed of a better world
We fail them every day and night
As we stay mute to every crime
As an impotent world goes gay
Or queer is the way to stay
Dogmas and ideologies explain
Why this life goes in vain
We fail to act when we should
Blame the fate whenever we could
A world that has lost its shame
As I walk through this street again.
I am filled with sorrow so profound
That no tears could ever release it
Li'll one, all I can give you is my emotions
My tears, trust, friendship and love
I do feel guilty, for I am a man
And this world is run by brute strength
Baby, I am tainted by that ghastly act
Guilty I am, ‘cause I failed to save
This world and you from being raped
The price we pay for chasing success
As we forget what fulfillment is all about
I know you never asked to be raped
You think that you lost what you held so dear
Baby, forgive this world, for Jesus did
The pain I feel in my soul and in every bone
And no words can ever explain the shame
My dear friend, you are the victim of a culture
That has no roots and hence cultureless
In a world where chicken is just dead meat
And never a living thing that died for us to eat
Where freedom is an expression of the might
Those three monsters were free to rape
And Gods stood paralysed, mute and helpless
'Women' to many are a 'holesome' pleasure
Not a living thing that too deserves respect
Sex, violence and evangelist shows on the screen
Mere extensions of the devilish material greed
Dinner and hard work is prose, dreams are poetry
Baby this cruel world did kill your dreams
Your poetry that touched each one of us
My sweet Angie, you are one of us
And will always be, loved
Home is where my love is
Tired legs will take me home
My shadow grows ever long
As the sun goes slowly down
Night falls and I lose my shadow
I realize that I am all alone
The light of love is in my soul
It keeps me warm and guides me home
Can't even touch my own destiny
Destiny, is too far away from me
Civilization, culture and governments
Faith, free market and establishment
First world and the third world
We all live and die in a forlorn world
Spirituality in the "land of the free"
Is a pathetic apology for material greed
Guns and cancer-sticks at the school
Vengeance and Salvation through religion
I spare a thought for the fallen leaves
That crumbles underneath my feet
I have to walk through the mine fields
And swim across the bloody rivers
My tired legs will take me home
For there waits my true love
We live and die
Big and small
Low and high
Weak and strong
Short and long.
Ours and yours
A wall in between
Behind the wall
Makes us blind
Makes us kill
Love and Respect
Honor and Trust
Behind the wall
What is mine?
What is yours?
It is life
Mine and yours
We the Living
To hold on to
No defence deals
Just Happiness all around
Free to live
Free from Walls
We know it all
The Berlin Wall
Symbol of the Cold War
With its Fall
We all smiled
Still there are
Too many Walls
Seen and Unseen
Invisible in our hearts
Time and Tide
Waits for None
Why do we wait…
For it to be done
History of Agony
Present not an Ideal Gift
Future in Our Hands
Gods are helpless
They can help
Only those who help
What the Fuck!
Go get your Axe
Every piece of Iron
On paper, put your Pen
Your best Weapon
Break the Walls
Break 'em Down
Let our Kids
Inherit an Earth
Free of Walls
Free to Walk
I saw them burning, homes and dreams
No one heard the Balkan's scream.
Kosovo burned, Belgrade bombed,
They made a mock of the Balkan soul.
They gave a damn to the human soul,
They wanted their own faith to win.
Their faith of God, made them kill,
In the name of God, the world still burns.
There is no God or any Devil,
It is the 'holy word,' that kills.
There is no hell or heaven,
If you reckon, eight follows seven.
They still sell you an American dream,
A world where you are always free.
Free to sell and free to buy,
A dream, only the rich can buy.
The human soul is never free,
When money and power is all you seek.
A price for love, a price for life,
You fail to hear the human's cry.
The topless blonde on the billboard smiles
That's "Human Liberty", American style.
Kids are free to carry guns to school,
They kill each other, and say "it’s cool".
They always fight, black or white,
I see them die, I see them cry.
No one cares to see the 'wicked smile',
Of the ones who won the TV rights.
They make you cry for the Kennedy boy,
He was a fool to fly that night.
It is news when the rich man dies,
No one cares when the poor man dies.
World is mad about the 'American dream',
Blood and Money on your TV screens.
Where sex and guns is all you dream,
Where hope and love is never free.
Tanya and I share a happy dream,
Of a world, where we all are free.
Free from hatred and free to live,
To take less than what we Give.