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Leaders called themselves
victors of this crisis
While festively hiding that
on our backs rolled the dices
Goebbel’s mouth once again
paints the image of glory
No amount of peasant deaths
can stain this success story
How does it feel
to carry the burden
The burden
of thousand murders
As clearly dictated
by the neoliberal dogma
Undermine every social structure
drug induced coma
Monetize the right to live
The highest demanded product
let the masses deal
with the artificial shortage
How does it feel
to carry the burden
The burden
of thousand murders
Leaders called themselves
victors of this crisis
turn their heads away from the fire
as we breathe the ashes
Facing the shore
the self-proclaimed “Moses”
didn’t see the waves
but a sea of corpses
How does it feel
to carry the burden
The burden
of thousand murders
The masks have fallen
exposing your true face
silence opposition
authoritarian grace
Uniformed sadistic maggots
every chance they get
serve excessive violence
to those they swore to protect
Imprisoned in our homes
dictator’s wet dream
constant loss of freedom
Perfect Orwelian scene
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Between Ruins And Blood
06:58
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Between ruins and blood
A soldier stands
Asking what kind of god
Would let this happen
Place once full of life
A swamp of death
Where nothing thrives
And nothing's left
Unstoppable destructive force
A surge of violence and death
Millions of lives lost in vain
What's left has to endure the pain
Flags above their heads
Guns on their hands
Empahtic war chants
Hide their atrocities
Corpses scattered everywhere
Blood stained soil
Smell of death in the air
Futile carnage
Unstoppable destructive force
A surge of violence and death
Millions of lives lost in vain
What's left has to endure the pain
How someone becomes
Insensitive murderer
Under the absurd command
Of belligerent men
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My name is Mina, I'm five years old. We begun our journey two months ago
from Hamas in Syria. My mother hugged my very tight, throughout the entire
journey she wouldn't let me go. Sometimes we walked sometimes we got on
crowded busses and dusty trucks. The roads were bumpy but my mom never
let me out of her arms. In the crowd people were constantly talking about
something. On the bus some of them were crying, i ended up crying too.
My father was killed in Hamas, I don't know why they killed him. My mother
cried a lot and i cried too. Our journey was very long, at some point on
the road they killed two kids and an old man. The men dug graves on the side
of the road. The kid's graves were small. Their mothers hugged the graves
and cried, they didn't want to come with us but the men pulled them away.
We finally arrived at some place, everyone was a little happier.
Some men said that during the night when it's dark we will go to the shore
and get on a boat. "You can't come" they said to my mother. My mother begged
them, she then pulled out of her chest three bracelets and gave them to the men.
"OK you can come they said". With us was a woman named Layla. "What is the sea?"
i asked her. "It's something with a lot of water, no matter how much you drink
it never ends. Even if the entire village drinks it will never end." she said.
We don't have a sea in our village. I've never seen the sea in my life, neither
had my mother. When we got to the shore in the pitch black we still couldn't
see the sea.
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Hundreds of people stacked in boats
Desperate screams out of their throats
Left helpless to drift with the waves
Constant threat of water graves
Parents holding their children
In every heartbeat the grip gets tighter
Fear is painted in their eyes
Will they make it to the other side?
Driven by hope sail in the dark
The sea furiously bashing the hull
The elders never stopped praying
But the boat succumbs to the violent waves
A tight embrace of sinking souls
These waters deep and full of lies
The salt of the earth now burning
Within the salt of the sea’s drowning cries
Stepped upon to sink again
A “Don’t be afraid” is heard
Fear reeks from miles away
Tears overflowing this liquid grave
The mermaid never saw the sea
But glimpsed upon the moon
Collapse upon the waves
On this coldest day of June
Light rises from the abyss
Where the hull used to lie
The loving hands that holds her still
Won’t let the mermaid die
They got us on a boat. We were far too many. My mother hugged my tight.
They told us to hold on to the boat and my mother hugged my even tighter.
"Mom what happens if we don't hold on to the boat?" My mother didn't answer.
"You will fall in the sea and become a mermaid" said Layla. "A mermaid is
both a girl and a fish".
My name is Mina, I'm five years old. We have been in the sea for about a week.
My mother holds me tight in her arms. She never lets me go. I'm a mermaid now.
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What A Wonderful Hell
05:28
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I see burning trees, dying roses too
clouds of black smoke brightening the view
I see the rotting earth, the polluted seas
people and animals dying from some disease
And I think to myself
what a wonderful hell
I see starving children lying on the dirt
next to their parents who are already dead
I see falling bombs from heavens spreading death
the sound disturbs those who sleep on mounts of wealth
And I think to myself
what a wonderful hell
And I think to myself
that’s all we deserve
I see the constant degradation of society
how the ones in power exploit the weak
I see a dying planet struggling to survive
the endless greed that plagues humankind
And I think to myself
that’s all we deserve
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6. |
Safe In Enslavement
10:08
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We're gathered here today
cause you have to take the blame
For reasons clearly explained
we have to tighten the chains
You keep abusing the freedom
that was generously handed to you
A justified punishment
to reflect on the things you made us do
They're pulling the strings
and they make it feel right
Got used to punishment
with not will to fight
Judgement is blurred
Convinced we have sinned
we wouldn't dare
oppose their will
Each day gets darker
we can't see the light
Succumbed to terror
pain floods our minds
Safe in enslavement
Safe in enslavement
Safe in enslavement
Safe in enslavement
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