 Creating home on a faraway island, 2001-2003 |
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Se-karik…
Se-karik hau mak maromak Hau sei tama ba Bush, Saddam, Powell nian laran. Truka sira nian fuan ho labarik sira nian fuan… Se-karik Mahatma Gandhi sei moris Hau sei truka Bush, Saddam, Powell nian kakutak Ho Mahatma Gandhi nian kakutak… Se-karik hau bele hamosu mina-rai Hau sei hamosu mina-rai Iha White House nian sorin… Se-karik hau bele hamaran mina-rai Hau sei hamaran mina-rai iha Iraq Ba fulan ida nian laran…. Fo tempu ba Bush, Powell hodi hanoin tan… Se-karik hau mateklamar Hau sei babeur Bush, Saddam, Powell Sai tauk hare sira nian kilat rasik… Se-karik hau bele halo milagre Hau sei halo kilat nuklir… Sai boneka ba labarik sira bele halimar… Se-karik hau anzu Hau sei fo liras ba labarik sira houtu Hodi semo Wainhira bomba tun iha Iraq… If Only… If I were God… Bush, Saddam, Powell, I’d enter their bodies And replace their hearts with a child’s… If Mahatma Gandhi were alive Bush, Saddam, Powell, I’d replace their spirits With Mahatma Gandhi’s… If I could create oil I’d create it next to the soil Where the White House toils… If I could remove oil I’d remove it from Iraq’s soil For one month To give Bush and Powel, more time to ponder… If I were a ghost Bush, Saddam, Powel, I’d frighten them With the sight of their own weapons… If I could perform a miracle I’d turn nuclear bombs… Into dolls for children to play… If I were an angel I’d give wings to every child To fly… When bombs fall in Iraq… Aderito JS, Brooklyn, New York |
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