dreamsbegone
03-16-2006, 07:05 AM
Peace be gone… Dreams be gone
we used to laugh, we used to walk on green grass, we used to dream as we slept and we used to dream while we were awake. We went to work singing but now the only music that reaches our ears is sounds of shelling and guns. We can't call that music ,nay , music is a beautiful art and what is going on now is but signs of non-human brutal violence that is much too far from any means of beauty. The green grass we were proud of is now red, impure red. Coloured by dews of our blood mixed with broken dreams and moans of woe. Yes, we became the land of broken dreams. What makes people do such things? Revenge? But from whom? I once read that an eye for an eye makes the world blind. Did they foreknow what the fate of this sacred land is to be? Did they know that our women were to weep or that our children were to cry? Did they plan on making our clear sky a shattered route for their hell carriers?. Will this ground once again be a centre of civilizations? Shall we rise again to the level of greatness? What is wrong, what is right? It is harder now to say than any time before.
By god what happened to the people? Massacres in the streets. Nothing comforts widows but a hope of happiness that comes like a slim ray of light making its way through their dark cold thoughts. Nothing dries tears but the wish of a better life
As many before us have fallen for this soil we shall fall. We shall make it again a place of power but now we shall wait for every birth has a labor and we are in a long rather hard one. At last there will be no extravagant marching on this pure land.
we used to laugh, we used to walk on green grass, we used to dream as we slept and we used to dream while we were awake. We went to work singing but now the only music that reaches our ears is sounds of shelling and guns. We can't call that music ,nay , music is a beautiful art and what is going on now is but signs of non-human brutal violence that is much too far from any means of beauty. The green grass we were proud of is now red, impure red. Coloured by dews of our blood mixed with broken dreams and moans of woe. Yes, we became the land of broken dreams. What makes people do such things? Revenge? But from whom? I once read that an eye for an eye makes the world blind. Did they foreknow what the fate of this sacred land is to be? Did they know that our women were to weep or that our children were to cry? Did they plan on making our clear sky a shattered route for their hell carriers?. Will this ground once again be a centre of civilizations? Shall we rise again to the level of greatness? What is wrong, what is right? It is harder now to say than any time before.
By god what happened to the people? Massacres in the streets. Nothing comforts widows but a hope of happiness that comes like a slim ray of light making its way through their dark cold thoughts. Nothing dries tears but the wish of a better life
As many before us have fallen for this soil we shall fall. We shall make it again a place of power but now we shall wait for every birth has a labor and we are in a long rather hard one. At last there will be no extravagant marching on this pure land.