Never
I never saw your face
I never got to know you
I never knew if you were a boy or girl
You never got a name
You never got a chance
I will never forget you

Baltic night
I was standing on the helicopter platform
an april night on the Baltic sea
Clouds spread throughout the sky
and the full moon luminating above
turning them into screens of light
lighting up the night

I saw ferries on the horizon
shining in green and orange
heading for Helsinki or Stockholm
and I could hear the music over the water

It was the first hour of the night,
as in the night of the disaster,
years before now
And I was alone with my past
watched only by God
and the captain on the steering bridge
I felt as strange as I could be

Letter from the battlefield
With great regrets
I write this letter
I whish it was differently
but it is not

I'm sorry mamas, im sorry daddies
but your son's not coming home
It's not their fault
the soldiers fought gallantly

We were working with the best intelligence
that we could have
but they were insufficient

From dawn til dusk we were fighting
under the impression that we would win
but it was false

The war will go on without us
This might have made a difrence
or it might not
I do not know myself

I'm sorry mamas, im sorry daddies
but your son's not coming home
It's not their fault
the soldiers fought gallantly

Come to me
Come to me
I'll take you off you
Come to me
I'll never leave you
Come to me
I'll be with you forever

Isn't it sweet
to know you're not alone
Isn't it sweet
to always be with me
Isn't it sweet
to never need to be whole

I'll take it of you
your loneliness
I'll take it of you
your peace of mind
I'll take it of you
your self

Note: This poem is also a riddle. But I won't give its solution

Occupants
We will rape your daugters
and send your sons away
to war in foreign lands
from wich they will not come back.

Tax you? You'd wish we'd tax you.
We will take what we want
and burn what we leave.

For we are occupants.
We're barbrian occupants.
We take what we want
and burn what we leave.

We are here to stay.
For we are occupants.
We are barbarian occupants.
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