Zmiana sposobu prezentacji
(still work in progress)
You taught me to feel by
Demanding a beer where
Indians aren't served.
Your saved up tears
My sole inheritance.
Black was your hair,
In fact it was red
Though I could never
Ascertain the real
In the passing scenery.
Living on interstates
Knocking on so many doors
We sang to keep you awake,
It is there my heart
Still finds a moving home.
When at last rejected
By everyone you knew, still
Managing to carve out a life.
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Smoke rising in the distance
Transforms into ghostly shapes
History's bastard children
Inconvenient mysteries.
Wheat-sprayed fields of gold,
Idylls of a childhood spent
In occupation's shadow.
The conqueror ever at hand.
Hard enough to be a peasant:
Without the moods of kings who
Pass without a by-your-leave
Devastation in their wake.
Why not marry a shepherd
Happiness is meat on the table
Oh no, your calling is to
Bear the torch of liberation.
What is a girl to do, when
Her times call for measures dire ?
Take up sword, shield and ride, it's
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