Darwin versus Kropotkin

Posted: May 19, 2014 in poetry

Where ever I look I always find
The products of a dualist mind
Opposing forces in nature rule
If you say different, you’re called a fool
Laws quite of a different kind
I see in nature, so am I blind?

What really is evolution about?
Kropotkin is in and Darwin is out!
Life is always on everyone’s side
It isn’t struggle, it isn’t fight
It is giving, it’s “Mutual Aid”
This is how and why we’re made

But Darwin they choose, his words they play
And so our culture is in decay
Compassion is out, selfishness in
Honesty and virtue’ve gone to the bin
Survival of the fittest, you must be strong
and this what’s justifies all wrong

Always it is: “them against us”
tout the party line, don’t make a fuss
We are good and they are bad
We are sane and they are mad
We are right and they are wrong
They are weak and we are strong

Though this is not reality
Still it is normality
Every minute, every day
Where I go and where I stay
Everywhere they make it clear
Only choose those who are near

Us or them, a false paradigm,
Us or them will lead to crime
Against man and nature alike
Us or them will do the first strike
When all the weapons we employ
Them and us we will destroy

It is in war, that we will die
And in destruction, we will cry
It is in peace that life can give
Only in peace that we can live
Choose peace not war, choose love, choose life
Choose cooperation instead for strive

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Through a dampening cloud

Posted: May 19, 2014 in poetry

Looking back, looking back
We’re on the wrong track
What I see, what I see
We’re not at all free
What we thought, what we thought
Is real, it is not
Turn around, turn around
Look here, make no sound
Would you guess, would you guess
The world is a mess
Mess of hate, mess of hate
That is our state
Can I talk, can I talk
No I only can walk
Far away, far away
But no place to stay
For my mind, for my mind
Will I ever find
A way out, a way out
To say it aloud
What I think, what I think
I’m just on the brink
Speaking loud, speaking loud
Through a dampening cloud
Let’s make peace, let’s make peace
Listen please

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You Say Salaam and I Say Peace

Posted: May 2, 2014 in poetry

You say salaam سلام and I say peace
إن شاء الله
So God will these words increase
building bridges and we find
a road that’s of another kind
than all dark roads men went before
but one where hate will be no more
together we might find a way
God willing one on which we stay
for all our lives until we see
the place of our destiny.

Peace is what we both desire
and it is what’s the world in dire
need is now, especially now
and what so few of us know how
to make in times so very dark
it is a contrast far too stark
to what the powers which shouldn’t be
see as our destiny
They want us fighting to the end
inflicting wounds which never mend

I know it’s difficult, it’s hard
but couldn’t we still make a start
I take your hand and you take mine
we stand together in a line
with women who like me and you
will walk together and will do
their part to overcome the fear,
hate and distrust which is the clear
reason why so many kill.
We both know this is not the will
of the Almighty God above
who is the source of peace and love.

Christians and Muslims

Humility

Posted: April 23, 2014 in poetry

humility
Learning humility is hard
haven’t even made a good start
being the lowest of low
hard to accept it though
nothing I do is right
they say and I pick a fight
afterwards I keep asking why
is it so hard to try
keeping my mouth shut and smile
praying and then in a while
accept the limitations and grow
let faith and humility flow
through myself and my mind
not nurturing a grudge but be kind
and in the end I would see
mine and the others’ humanity

A Sea of Pain

Posted: April 14, 2014 in poetry

sea of pain

The psychopaths of power
once again devour
another land
with a slight of hand
turn into a sea of pain
the Ukraine.

The phrases of democracy
while dripping with hypocrisy
from their mouths so loud
the words they did shout
leaving nothing but pain
for the Ukraine.

What will the future bring
what songs will they sing
marching to a Nazi tune
ethnic cleansing soon
rivers of blood and pain
in the Ukraine?

Where’s your conscience West
well it hides at best
or then have you none
look at what you’ve done
causing fear and pain
in the Ukraine.

All that’s left for me
is to watch and see
and to hope and pray
that God’s mercy may
spare from war and pain
the Ukraine.

Sinners

Posted: March 25, 2014 in poetry

Sinners, yes that’s what we’re all
deeply wounded by the fall
and the perfection of us each
I’m sorry it’s not in our reach.
When I for heroes search and look
what I will find is most a crook
But then when judging far too fast
both of the present and the past
of all this many other men
this then the moment will be when
I pass a mirror what I see
is nothing but iniquity.
And for this mirror I thank God
and for the image which so odd
tells the truth while then it shows
me reflected in a pose
beaming with self-satisfaction
while belonging to the fraction
of the sneering pharisees.
But until I’m on my knees
I have been so sourly blind
to harmful flaws within my mind
But whomever would I kid
the one who counts not one wee bit.
And though it deeply might depress
when in the end I will confess
that I’m a sinner like them all
those many others who will fall
today, tomorrow, every day.
And so with all my heart I pray
Oh God have mercy on us all
who have been wounded by the fall
And even though we are so weak
in what we do and what we speak
Do not give up on us quite yet
please send Your Spirit down instead
And let Him change our evil mind
so that a new way we can find
to live with one another here
with honesty and without fear
in love and kindness without war
where hate oppression are no more

praying

A Proletarian Who Dares To Speak

Posted: March 15, 2014 in poetry

stinging nettle
My language has no flowers
but still it empowers
me when I express
what I think about the mess
this world is in right now
and when I think how
we might go about
to lift the cloud
hanging above
without love
over the mind
of human kind

My language is so plain
more like a freight train
not flying high
but short and dry
a tree is a tree
that’s all I can see
though beauty might abound
here, there and around
but to no avail
for my words will fail
me to bring it to life
though hard I would strive

My language is pedestrian
for sure not equestrian
not from a horse high
and I wouldn’t even try
to be intellectual
but I want to be factual
I’d like to say
without delay
what I’ve seen and heard
every sentence every word
of what I perceive to be true
to everyone from me to you

My language has a simple tone
and most often it is prone
to tell you straight out
a cloud is a cloud
there is no subtlety behind
those words of any kind
the meaning is open and clear
about what I despise or fear
and what I hope for and love
and what my faith is above
A proletarian who dares to speak
this for sure makes me a freak