A poem written after the annual Remembrance & Independence Days. Was quite hard to write it, as it is a very emotional topic for me, and hard to deal with every time.
Tell me old man; is that what you had in mind?
When you stood on your head that day on the beach
Is this what you wished to find?
Perhaps because it was all upside down, it seemed straight in your eyes
Because I tell you what, it isn't straight, it is twisted
And doesn't seem at all wise.
What sensible person builds his home among foes?
Destines his nation to a life soaked with tears
Did you think about that when you chose?
Babies are born and then turn 18
And Instead of holding beer and a pen
Learn how to kill with an M-16
And nothing's changed for 60 years
Same hopes, same dreams,
Same worries, same fears
Reality is still unreal, to the eyes of a stranger
Who can never fully grasp
Why do we keep on living in danger
What are we fighting for (?)
Can one answer?
A piece of land, old promise, pride, or…?
And I won't lie, old man, daydreamer,
It isn't easy here sometimes, and doesn't always makes sense
But it's the only place in the world for me
I just don't have anywhere else.