Into the Dust
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Into the Dust
Dieses Gedicht widme ich den zahllosen Menschen, die in den Kriegen des letzten Jahrhunderts sinnlos sterben mussten!
Into the dust
This road has now an end,
Burning houses, broken streets,
Too much time I´ve spent,
Here, where people creep.
So much violence, everywhere,
In every house, in every face,
And Black birds flying here,
But nobody´s left in place.
Men are creeping,
No one to thrust,
Shells are falling,
Into the dust.
And they´re falling,
In the endless bullet hail,
And the sand is flying,
With every shoot which fail.
And the white sand,
The blood had soaked,
This dust in my hand,
From brutality shocked.
They called me brave,
They called me strong.
But this way ends in grave,
If this nightmare will go on.
Hero they called me,
With medals I´m flood,
What I never want to be,
With hands full of blood.
By Mp 2010
This road has now an end,
Burning houses, broken streets,
Too much time I´ve spent,
Here, where people creep.
So much violence, everywhere,
In every house, in every face,
And Black birds flying here,
But nobody´s left in place.
Men are creeping,
No one to thrust,
Shells are falling,
Into the dust.
And they´re falling,
In the endless bullet hail,
And the sand is flying,
With every shoot which fail.
And the white sand,
The blood had soaked,
This dust in my hand,
From brutality shocked.
They called me brave,
They called me strong.
But this way ends in grave,
If this nightmare will go on.
Hero they called me,
With medals I´m flood,
What I never want to be,
With hands full of blood.
By Mp 2010
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