A bird in a cage

If I were to describe my life
Living here in Hagfors
I should say that the 4 seasons are energy
The breeze could be freezing but delightful
The smell is a mixture of wood, pine, water, flowers and ice
You can listen the ducks armony
You can feel like flying when you see so many kinds of birds
You can embrace nature so close
That Sweden is like footprints left from trees
Showing what a paradise it is.

If I were to describe my life
Living here in Hagfors
I should say that I use a cane to help
Myself to carry on with lots of pain
I should say that you can almost find
Crazyness around the corner
Because being an imigrant is like being
A bird in a golden cage
Because being a weak person crying for help is like being in jail

You can even scream
They can even see bleeding a baby
They can listen step by step why you
run and find this paradise
but in the end they only can
look at you, read slowly your wishes and fears
they can even give you a smile
they can say sorry
but beginning another waiting day
they really say
"you go to hell"
CASE CLOSED

If I were to describe my life
Living here in Hagfors
I should say that even we have black hair
Another colour of skin
When we cut a vein
The colour of our blood is the same
Coming from north to south, east to west
But people here and there do not care of others
Because caring means to be weak
Drop a cry
Drop a moment of justice
And realize that even though your country is clean
It is still rotten inside
So what a freaky idea
It is better to close the heart
Live and forget that injustice is always
On top of this planet called EARTH
So you will say like others
CASE CLOSED

Av Elisabeth A 03 dec 2002 09:25