iron(y)

Lydia am 30. Januar 2003

I see trees of green, white faced warriors too
I hear them cry and say good-bye
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world…
I see skies of black, clouds of grey
the bright blessed days are gone away
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world…
The colors of the bombs
are so ugly in the sky,
it’s also on the faces
of people going by
I see warriors shaking weapons
saying “You’re the next to die”
children asking “Is my Daddy still alive?”
I hear babies cry, will they ever grow?
Will they ever learn much more than we do know?

And I think to myself,…
… “what a wonderful world”

(Man möge mir verzeihen, dass ich die ursprünglichen Zeilen von “What a wonderful world” aus aktuellem Anlasse ein wenig umgetextet habe.)