Liedje van welkom terug

Ik zing je mijn liedje van vriendschap en vertrouwen

Dat wij er toch steeds weer iets moois van maken

Dat – hoe onze weg ook uiteen mag lopen –

We elkaar toch nooit kwijt zullen raken

 

Ik zing je mijn liedje van vriendschap en verlangen

Naar het moment op een mooie dag

Dat ik weer hartelijk je hand mag schudden

En ik je warm omhelzen mag

 

Ik zing je mijn liedje van vriendschap vrij en vrolijk

Blij dat je goed teruggekomen bent na verre tocht

Ik zing je mijn liedje, elke dag nog dankbaar

Voor die decemberdag dat ik je leren kennen mocht

 

Zomer 2008

 

Copyright ( a )  Peter Storm 2008

Falling In Love

Falling in love is a thing to avoid

It usually drives me insane

The loving is good, as good as we feel it

But falling into it just brings pointless pain

 

Enjoying our friendship and sharing our time

And being companions, that’s what I desire

Not wasting our energy owning each other

Not falling and drowning in jealousy’s quagmire

 

So falling in love, I’d rather not do

I leave that to the bees and the birds

The love I enjoy, and joyfully so

But falling into it just hurts

 

So let’s share our love as the friends that we are

No mutual strangleholds or ritual claims

Let us be playful, in bed and outside it

But let us stay clear of those rose-thorny games

 

Zomer 2008

 

Copyright ( c ) Peter Storm 2008

Part Time Prison

They call it a job, I call it a part time prison

They call it a job, I call it a part time jail

While you’re inside, it is just full time boredom

And when you’re off, you just are out on bail

 

You just do as you’re told according to their silly rules and regulations

And each week the boss comes to check what you have done

And at the end of the day you feel just chained to that computer

And when you leave, your head just feel like it’s dead and gone

 

They call it a job…

 

It’s just your mates, who help you stand and bear it

It’s just your mates that help you through the day

It is the pressure that drags you ever lower

All for an insult which they call your pay

 

They call it a job…

 

And when the day is done you feel they sucked your energy and life all out of you

And when the energy returns the night is there and it’s time to go to bed

And then before you even know it you will find that all your night is already over

 And so it goes, till there is only fog inside your head

 

They call it al job…

 

 Herfst/ winter 2002-2003

 

Copyright ( c ) Peter Storm 2008

Verbrand die vlag

Verbrand die vlag van sterren en van strepen

van bloedbeschaafde bommenbarbarij

Die vlag van glorie voor moordenaars en dieven

en voor de rest van ons een nieuwe barbarij

 

Verbrand die vlag, bestorm die ambassades

Trap de agressors nu het Midden-Oosten uit

’t Is niet hun land, en evenmin hun olie

’t Is niet hun wereld, niet hun oorlogsbuit

 

Verbrand die vlag van sterren en van strepen

van wereldmachtswellust uit winstbejag

De grootste schurkenstaat mag geen victorie kraaien

Bestorm dat consulaat, verbrand die vlag.

 

Voorjaar 2003

 

Copyright  (c) Peter Storm 2008

Never

Never, never will we surrender

not even in our scariest lifetime

Never, never shall they defeat us

not even in our scariest dream

not even in our scariest dream

 

With our stones and ramshackle rifles

in Ramallah and Jenin

against their tanks and murderous missiles

They may kill us – yet we win

 

Never, …

 

Like we defend our homes in Lebanon

like we defend our homes in Baghdad

They may starve us, but not into submission

If they dream of victory they must be mad

 

Never…

 

And you who sit and watch your telly

does their slaughter still make sense

Will you tolerate their terror

or will you come to our defense?

 

Never…

 

april 2003

Copyright (c) Peter Storm, 2008