The Hope [ For Bahar,a friend whose name is the beginning of life ]

I write your name in green o green;
on the wet pots of belief and expectation.

Till this hope grows inside me;
to the small brittle sprouts of spring.

The War 2 ( The Prayer )

In the name of war;
the compassionless and the merciless.

In the name of war;
the one who destroys and is loveless.

In the name of war;
the one who kills the children.

In the name of war;
the one who eliminates all men.

In the name of war;
the one who sets everything on fire.

In the name of war;
the one who shoots at the heart of desire.

In the name of war;
the one who is the enemy of life.

In the name of war;
the one who cuts you like a knife.

In the name of war;
the one who dislikes to wish and to hope.

In the name of war;
the one with whom we can not cope.

In the name of war...

The Table

The men behind the big round table;
they are always in power and able.

They talk to each other all the time;
they never even do waste a dime.

They make important decisions for you and me;
they know we are blind enough not to see.

They buy and sell what ever they could;
they do not make an exception,or they would.

They drink French cognac and smoke Cuban cigars;
they fancy transportation in American cars.

They shake hands and kiss each other's faces;
they do not leave behind them no traces.

The men behind the big round table;
they are quite in power and able.

The War

The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.


Sergeant shouts in a glorious way:
"let's make it our own special day

hey boys come on now!
we ain't here for fun now

no fucking creature remains alive
move!I wanna watch the show live

we ain't here to think and talk
our orders are to kill and walk

don't let no one in here escape
let me see you're in such a good shape".


And the little girl comes with a flower in her hand;
she wants to join the concert,to join the band.

The brave soldiers open fire at her;
no wonder that she does not care!

Her parents are killed in the bombardment;
when peacefully having dinner in their apartment.

Now everything is finished and the evil is dead;
and sergeant got a medal for what he had led.


The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar,
in the sea of hatred and more...

The Road

From which road you return?
Through which road the storm,
that reaches me so dark,
ends?
Along which road the rain,
that pours down on me so cold,
stops?
From which road,
ah,which road,
you return?