By Ghita Beck Svensen
4 - 31.10.2003
Which day to wish
and what to wish?
Do we have a hope for a wish?
Do we dare to keep in mind
that everywhere was a wish behind?
Whatever in our life
we managed to do
There always was a wish
coming true
So, don’t wait till the morning song
Just now, let your deepest wish come along!
Big sounds of the muezzin
It’s early in the morning
do I have to get up?
No, it’s dark
and still no roosters calling
so, please just stop!
Now I hear some cats
they don’t really agree
Perhaps they like each others wife
But please, don’t tell me!
It’s later in the morning
The bells are calling now
together with the roosters
Oh, please I don’t know how
to wake and face the day
But, now I hear a voice
A man is shouting “ka’ek”
together with a noise
of opening of doors
and phones who make their ring
I think I’ll leave my bed
and see what day will bring
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THE ROOSTER
The rooster is calling
us to rise
Get up all you people
fool and wise
Don’t let another
make your day
Eat some bread
and find the way
The way that leads you
through your life
Child and granny
man and wife
Hear the bells
and listen to
the voice inside
that leads you
Through sorrow pain
and hopeless fear
But, know that one is
always near
DOORS OF BETHLEHEM
Open doors in Bethlehem
Open minds
Open ears
Open talk in Bethlehem
Open wounds
Open fears
Just come in
and make a day
Don’t be scared
and stay away
Visitors can leave
the dear old town
But people of Bethlehem
can’t get around
Not even leave
and visit friends
outside the checkpoints
and settlements
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$ 220
THE ENTRANCE
One day a horse
another day a gun
Don’t let cruel men come along
Bow your head
and wash your feet
Say a prayer
for what you need
Doors to open
and doors to shut
Just a small one is for God
Though it’s bigger
than you see
Space inside
for you and me
SAMIRA
Samira was a child
Samira was a child of Jerusalem
Samira was a child
Samira was a child pushed out to Bethlehem
Samira left her home
another overtook
Years later she came back
just to have a look
Samira is a woman
Samira is a woman in Bethlehem
Samira made an angel
to see Jerusalem
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DOVES
Doves on the roof
What do they know?
Do they know they bring peace?
So, why don’t they just do it?
Please doves, please!
Fly to the sky
and bring back a sign
From the bright shining stars
and the world behind
Please dove, please
bring us please
just a tiny, little piece of peace!
BREAD
I met a boy, and I bought his bread
I smelled a baker, and he gave me some bread
I liked a man, and I gave him the bread
Bread is a power
that’s coming through
your body and soul
to be with you
FREEDOM
How will I find freedom?
Freedom in body,
freedom in mind
Is freedom given to me
or shall I find?
Freedom inside?
Freedom outside?
Who can give it to me?
Shall I give it to you
before I’m allowed to be free?
AFRAMS’ POTS
We are like the old pots in Aframs shop
We have to be filled up, and emptied again
We have to be used for a good purpose
The more usefull, the more beautifull
Showing a time of activity and history
Some pots are able to stay for eternity
maybe not usefull
Some breaks, still young,
still shining and proud of ability.
Afram has become like his old pots
Not in use any longer
The well that filled Afram is dry,
closed from outside
We are maybe not quite like the pots in Aframs shop!
Afram is tired
Afram will die if he dries up
But the old pots will still be there
Waiting – showing something of Afram