Poetry My corner of poetry and songs.

[Tjogs]

"Kselel iem nai sonde,
kselel, ad soulaw sida.
Kselel whisil nai hrenah
ad yotna zjai vaenic sivut"

Curse of Kiskeu

Let the greed kill the ground under feet.
Let the rock break and be reduced to sand.
No treasure is safe, nothing will be last.
The clay to cruble and soon be all gone.

Let the selfishness pollute life giving water.
Let it be broken that was once united.
Make poison to spread across people and land.
to be torn apart and to drift away

Freedom was given for good and bad
Freedom was given for love and hate
Freedom for to speak an to stay quiet.
Freedom to do and to make undone

They‘re calling for freedom, love and peace,
but who’s up to of carrying them all?

Let the indifference extinguish the flame of love.
Let the laziness and meaningless work tire the strong.
The cruel winter of negligence is rising
for to freeze the care as well as consuming hate.

Let the lies rot the air that be breathed.
Let the speech be silenced like the sing and dance.
Deception ruling over ears, eyes and lips
to stop whats moving and to truth be forgotten

Righteousness is being brought to unjust.
What’s been sown now must be reap.
What’s been deserved shall be given,
Justice for the good and bad alike.

Let the darkes of mid, consume the light around.
Let the sense being defeated to the night of madness
Let the foolishness being crowned
And wisdom being locked up to the prison of lust.

They‘re calling for freedom, love and peace,
but who’s up to of carrying them all?