my reality
 

Hypocrism Realism
socialism Anti-chrism
racism

It seems that all of this
is gotten into me
That it is making me
one of the anti-people

That this are my words
my world, my reality
I'm going blind
on the negativism

It's in my body
It's in my head
don't listen to the things
therefore we kiss goodnight

Words I scream
comming from my lips
It's comming from all those wars
I've fought inside

My creativity
lost in worlds pain
I paint
all the blood

All the children
all the parents
The lonlyness
of the ones

Which couldn't be found
after war's over
which couldn't be rescued
out of their own

Closing our eyes
for their hunger
closing our ears
for the pain they scream

Not hearing their words
we are a bunch of rich people
Not seeing ourselves for real
we've broken those mirrors

A long time ago