the air tastes of madness
a madness untold,
the winds whispers in the branches,
the mist, the light, the cold,

and the trembling eyes of the deer,
knowing whats about to come,
but you’re sitting behind your desk,
chewing on your gum

the number goes up,
for the bastards in suits,
all my life goes to waste,
in between my commutes

the soulless office light
reflecting on my skin
the coffee is tasteless,
trees, crumpled in the bin

you smile out of politeness,
there’s no passion, no risk, no love,
it all reeks of heresy….
and you’ll be long gone, when the push comes to shove…

they make us snitch on our neighbors,
they make us pay for bombs,
they put us in front of the screens,
to watch it all go down…

and as per usual,
the kurds are about to die!
but we have learned how to swipe
we have learned how to get by…

one late evening,
under the pouring rain,
i watch him stumble in the street,
the old, the wise, the sane

the devil sits on my couch
he’s broken, he’s done
he mumbles softly in despair
“i cant take it no more my brother… my son”

i hold him in my arms,
i wipe off his tears
i wish we could do something
but in this wasteland, nobody dares

malmö
2025
new year’s eve