Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Blues

Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the saxophone
Playing for Amaal, who left her home
Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the blues
Playing for Jamaal, who lost his shoes

Running to save his life
You haven’t seen his strong drive to survive
Chased by bullets
Try to live your life to the fullest
Being on the brink of death
Still we are alive, even though nothing is left
On a day like today
Children have nothing to eat, still you see them play
At last – give me the definition of a child
In the city of sorrow, children holding machine guns with pride

Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the saxophone
Playing for Jamaal, who left his home
Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the blues
Playing for Amaal, who lost her shoes

Running to escape the pain
Life left on her face a visible stain
Starvation – is her most loyal friend
Always there for her, persistent to the very end
Education isn’t held in class, life teaches them how to fight
Books are burnt to keep them warm at night
Wisdom of the street
Is the only source that feeds
The empty stomach – “survival of the fittest” the only solution
I’m talking about the city of sorrow and its evolution

Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the saxophone
Playing for Amaal, who left her home
Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the blues
Playing for Jamaal, who lost his shoes

Running to shoot dead his brother the public enemy
Are you feeling pity for the picture you didn’t see?
Drug addiction – just to keep the tiny legs going
For the next dose in the evening
Numb. Heart broken. Dead but still alive
Eyes. Wide open. Holding tight to gun and knife
Trust turns to dust
If trust took the life of your friends in the past
A child soldier was never promised tomorrow
In the city of sorrow.

Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the saxophone
Left alone.
Who can deny the bitter sweet melody of the blues
Voiceless voices screaming. Truce.

Pen 'N' Paper
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