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Rockets over Iran,a sky cracked with fire,
cities hushed beneath sirens, prayers rising
in smoke.
Rockets over Israel,walls trembling in the dark,
children sleep in shelters,dreams pierced by fear.
Different soil,same echo,
metal falls without a name,
and the earth forgets who started it.
Mom captured my truth,
As a sixties flower child,
Yet in bloom of youth!
The lurking demons,
Lying deep down within me,
Strive against my good.
For caring? For helping?
I know a plea
Nestled in a request.
I know what I heard.
Should I feel remorse
When, once wound,
Gears turn?
He’s angry -
I feel it like a compulsion
......
The lurking demons,
Lying deep down within me,
Strive against my good.
Truth stands still,
hard and clear,
like a mirror that refuses to break.
Feeling moves,
soft yet insistent,
whispering of a path that seems lighter.
Between knowing anď longing
a fracture opens,
......
De waarheid staat stil,
hard en helder,
als een spiegel die weigert te breken.
Het gevoel beweegt,
zacht maar dwingend,
het fluistert een weg die lichter lijkt.
Tussen weten en verlangen
ontstaat een scheur,
......
These days,
We don’t listen to understand.
We listen to reply.
Half the time,
We’re not even hearing another.
We’re just waiting for our turn to talk.
Strange, isn’t it?
Allah gave us two ears, one mouth.
Maybe that was a hint.
......
Rockets over Iran,a sky cracked with fire,
cities hushed beneath sirens, prayers rising
in smoke.
Rockets over Israel,walls trembling in the dark,
children sleep in shelters,dreams pierced by fear.
Different soil,same echo,
metal falls without a name,
and the earth forgets who started it.