Burning hopes

Vi brænder. Som individer, som folk. Hvorfor skal vi finde os i denne hensynsløse verdens tyranni? Hvorfor kan vi ikke stå sammen? Hver dag bliver folk torteret, voldtaget, dræbt og misbrugt.

Den fattige mand taber, mens den rige vokser i magt. Intet er forandret. Ingen forhandlinger. Når vi dør lukker i jeres øjne.

I snakker om terror, men i er kun blevet ramt én gang. Vi bliver ramt hver dag. I vil ikke kunne begribe hvor mange gange vi har løftet døde sønner, døtre og mødre op fra den tørre jord: hvert sekund, hvert minut og hver nat.

I har selv skabt jeres smerte.


Muhammad Mahdi al-Jawahiri, "Lullaby for the Hungry"


The Iraqi poet Muhammad Mahdi Mahdi al-Jawahiri, who suffered exile and oppression, achieved fame in the 1930's and 1940's. His poems incited public criticism of political decadence and compromise. In "Lullaby for the Hungry," he describes the temporary relief that sleep offers the hungry, who are neglected by the political leadership.

Lullaby for the Hungry

Sleep, You hungry people, sleep!
The gods of food watch over you.
Sleep, if you are not satiated
By wakefulness, then sleep shall fill you.
Sleep, with thoughts of smooth-as butter-promises,
Mingled with words as sweet as honey.
Sleep, and enjoy the best of health.
What a fine thing is sleep for the wretched!
Sleep till the resurrection morning
Then it will be time enough to rise.
Sleep in the swamps
Surging with silty waters.
Sleep to the tune of mosquitoes humming
As if it were the crooning of doves.
Sleep to the echo of long speechifyings
By great and eminent power politicians.
Sleep, You hungry people sleep!
For sleep is one of the blessings of peace.
It is stupid for you to rise,
Sowing discord where harmony reigns.
Sleep, for the reform of corruption
Simply consists in your sleeping on.
Sleep, You hungry people, sleep!
Don’t cut off others’ livelihood.
Sleep, your skin cannot endure
The shower of sharp arrows when you wake.
Sleep, for the yards of jail houses
Are all teeming with violent death,
And you are the more in need of rest
After the harshness of oppression.
Sleep, and the leaders will find ease
From a sickness that has no cure.
Sleep, You hungry people, sleep!
For sleep is more likely to protect your rights
And it is sleep that is most conducive
To stability and discipline.
Sleep, I send my greetings to you;
I send you peace, as you sleep on.
Sleep, You hungry people, sleep!
The gods of food watch over you.
Sleep, You hungry people, sleep!
The gods of food watch over you.

With Every Heartbeat Lyrics

Maybe we could make it all right
We could make it better sometime
Maybe we could make it happen baby
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don’t look back
Still I’m dying with every step I take
But I don’t look back
Just a little, little bit better
Good enough to waste some time
Tell me would it make you happy baby
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don’t look back
Still I’m dying with every step I take
But I don’t look back
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don’t look back
Still I’m dying with every step I take
But I don’t look back