Heroes of Tiananmen
Heroes, you who had given your lives
for China you believed in, your China
one of justice, dignity, free of misrule
in the embrace of the Heavenly sky
Heroes, you the students who believed
China can be free, democratic
as elsewhere in the Free World
in the embrace of worldwide liberty
Heroes, you on the Tiananmen Square
crashed down brutally on the 4th of June
with assault rifles and tanks, lots of blood
and against all human values dear to
humankind
Heroes, unforgettable, forever to last
together with your Goddess of Freedom
which lasted only a few days before
being demolished
Goddess of Freedom, the sister of the
Statue of Liberty !!
Heroes, you who fought for a new China
despite of some people saying disturbingly
China can never be democratic, no chance
On the contrary, democracy is for all !!
Heroes, you the scintillating Soul of China
who believed firmly and determinedly
no nation can be denied liberty, freedoms
and dignity
Your soul, Soul of China is on the march !!
Heroes, you the students of Tiananmen
revolution
the one of 1989 which moved hearts
of the entire nation, eternal hearts of love
Yes, freedom, love and brotherhood shall
win one day !
Heroes, you were brutally crashed down
on one early morning, at a peaceful dawn
with your blood and lives taken away
You're the monument of free China to
come !!
Heroes, they used tanks and army against you
while you wanted just freedom innocently
and dignity for every single individual
Your cause is not dead, your cause is alive,
more than ever !!
Heroes, your '89 Heavenly Democracy
Movement
is written down in history of China
Kept in the soul of the nation forever, the Soul
of China
written down in China's chapters as finest ever
Heroes, you shall be the winner in the end
and the Goddess of Freedom shall return
to her rightful place on the Tiananmen Square
both, under the bright Sun and the shimmering
stars
Heroes, know it the entire Free World tributes
you
You're part of the great family of nations
who chose for freedoms, liberty and dignity
You're written down in the annals of the world !!
Goddess of Freedom in all her shine
Goddess of Liberty at Tiananmen Square, Beijing
Tower of Babel
Enigmatic Tower of Babel,
you, the one which is
touching the sky.
You're a tribute to Noah's Ark.
and you're the evergreen Tree of Life,
fascinating and whirling,
breathtaking and juicy,
giving life forever
to the tunes of Bolshoi Theatre
and the Broadway Stage,
while a gust of wind
splashes a whirlwind
round the Earth.
While the music of Beethoven
and Chopin, and Mozart,
engulfs the world
into a philharmony of all,
the divine one, of God.
No place is left behind:
neither New York's Manhattan
nor Tahrir Square in Cairo.
Neither streets of Tehran
nor Brussels, nor Paris.
Neither villages
in the vicinity of the Tatras
nor the ones in Himalayas.
Mesmerizing Tower of Babel,
a skyscraper which reaches
beyond the sky, to the heavens!
Tower of glass, silver and gold
fixed with ambers and diamonds
to dazzle the eyes of women,
to muster sparks of desire
inside men
and then the passion of love
in their women, their muses of beauty.
Love of pure light, fire and water
love fulfilled into elixirs of eternity.
The Tower of Babel,
the one of people
from around the world.
The tower of variety
of languages
as different as people themselves.
The tower of cultures,
of a tremendous mosaic
of visions, and ideas, of desires.
The tower of world religions,
ideologies and systems.
The tower which says no
to any clash of civilizations.
No, no, no! …
But the tower which preaches
principles of liberty,
which like the sunshine
should belong to all of us.
The echo spreads further and further,
and flies around the globe,
into every town and village,
into each house, of the rich and the poor
No wars please, no blood!
Oh no, no no ! …
And the echo goes on and on.
Echo after echo, after echo…
The music is the one
of Les Miserables and of the Cats,
of the Phantom of the Opera…
Dancers dance wildly,
Mikhail Nikolaevich Baryshnikov,
Alexander Godunov,
Yekaterina Krysanova,
Pavel Dmitrichenko ...
Rio de Janeiro samba
is in full swing.
People are dancing, Fátima, Elizabeth,
Mark, Ryan, John, Jahanshah...
Oh yes, the world goes round!
The Tower of Babel,
shiny outside, troubled inside.
The West and the East,
the European Union and China,
Americas, Asia and Africa.
The traumatic events,
the Arab Spring.
The sufferings of Iranian people
under their ayatollahs.
For more than millennium!
Nasrin Sotoudeh,
the Iranian human rights lawyer
and mother of two small children
but still in prison!
What's for ?!
There are also other lawyers,
journalists, writers, ordinary people
imprisoned despite being
innocent.
Oh, World, they are innocent!
Ahmad Zeidabadi, Saeed Matinpour,
Arash Saghar, Abolfazi Abedini Nasr,
Mohammad Davari, Siamak Ghaderi,
Kamal Sharifi, Masoud Bastani,
and so many others!
In hundred of thousands!
They just want a free Iran,
just a secular parliamentary democracy.
They want mullahs back in their mosques
and never again in politics.
They want freedom for all,
believers and non-believers.
For Christians, Bahai's, Jews...
For all !!
Millions of Iranians were murdered
since the emergence of the Islamic Iran.
"No more Ayatollah Khamenei,
no more mullahs!"
There are heard angry shouts.
Yes, they have it enough!
They want freedom
now and only now!
Now, now, now !!
An Iranian singer sings
with a brilliant voice.
Oh, Neda, Shahla, Delara, Soraya,
Innocent, the angels of Iran!
You who died young to be alive forever!
Being sunshine of Iran, and rain, and the
wind!
You, the queens of colors and sounds!
Oh yes! You will all be reborn
to witness Persia coming
out of the centuries' chains,
and out of the cracks in the walls of Iran,
via the Heavens Gate!
And through those killing Sharia stones!
Oh, Delara, the prisoner of colors!
Oh, Soraya, the angel of freedom!
Oh, Shahla, the muse of love!
Oh, Neda, an innocent victim!
Oh, Nasrin, the lawyer for human rights!
You are all tunes of the philharmonic music!
The Manifesto of Liberation of Women
and the gateway to a new life, wide open!
You are the new Iran,
sparkling in the rays of stars!
Coming back to what belongs to you!
You, the reborn women of Iran!
You, the lionesses of Iran !!
The singer continues singing,
this time even louder,
with a voice which is touching the sky
as much as the Tower of Babel itself:
Hey, Iranian women!
This is my tribute to you all.
Hey, Iranian women!
Howling at the sunrise
and crying at the sunset.
Hey, Iranian women!
You, the roses
of the Iranian nation!
Hey, Iranian women!
Walking on streets
and paths full of thorns!
Hey, Iranian women!
Walking on floors
of your own houses,
filled with thorns!
Hey, Iranian women!
Crying up into the sky!
And yet no one hears you!
Hey, Iranian women!
You will never give up!
You will change this country!
Hey, Iranian women!
Your new Iran shows up on the horizon!
a free Iran and forever yours!
The singer sings it again,
even louder, divinely!
And then although he stopped
with his singing,
there is echo and echo,
and echo after echo...
His song spreads all over the world,
again and again, and again ...
We all know
there is no longer a place
for brutal dictatorships
which want to take away
the best what we can have,
something what is shining
in our minds and our selves,
like a star on a nightly sky,
and like a sun on a bright day,
our freedom!
Liberty !
Then another Iranian, also a poet,
begins to recite his poetry
about Sakineh Ashtiani
Everyone already knows
she was sentenced
to be stoned to death,
like many other women before her.
To a barbaric stoning,
with thousands of stones
until the last breath is gone
and all the stones are
in a colour of blood.
Luckily, the world public
stood up in her defence
and still watches over her.
Thank you, the world!
Nevertheless,
she is still imprisoned
and at risk as always
to be stoned to her death,
at the hands of
medieval, Islamic regime.
The voice of the poet fills the air,
like a philharmonic music on
a ship dancing
to the movements
of the wild sea's tides.
"Oh, Sakineh! You are our light
and we are your light!
Like all the burning candles
over the world!
Like all stars shining
in the universe!
Oh, Sakineh! You are our light
and we are your light!
Despite you lying
in a dark cell in your prison,
so terribly dark, and cold,
and forever cursed!
But thanks to us
and our words of support for you
in Facebook, on Twitter
and through our e-mails
you're still alive.
Oh, Sakineh! You are our light
and we are your light!
You were born a simple woman,
and now you're a goddess,
a symbol of all those innocent women
whose lives were ended in prisons.
Nobody dares to bring a hand on you
as long as we care for you.
You can be sure
the angels of spirit
swirl around you.
Be sure of it !
Oh, Sakineh! You are our light
and we are your light!
The present day is hard
but the future must be bright
in your country since ancient Persia,
your Iran!
No! The darkness
can no longer be the ruler !
And yes, there must be
as many candles lit up
as there are women
in the whole of Iran
and around the world.
Like a statue of a woman!
A statue of a woman,
like an echo, forever!
Oh, Sakineh! You are our light
and we are your light!
My thoughts are like lightning
in the sky,
spread to all the corners of the world.
What about Javid Houtan Kian,
the Sakineh's lawyer
thrown into jail, tortured ?
What about
the many other prisoners
whose only "fault" was
the desire of freedom?
Must they pay so ruthlessly the price
for their love of their country?
The Shakespearean love, indeed !?
What is their future?
In prison? For years?
Or worse, to be hung?
What about victims
elsewhere in the world?
What about the Arab spring?
Is this a Copernican change?
Or just a prologue
to yet another tyranny?
What about so many
other tyrannies?
What about Pussy Riots,
the feminist rock group
jailed by a Russian court?
What about Asia Bibi,
a Christian woman in Pakistan
unjustly inprisonned
for the so called blasphemy ?
What about Saeed Malekpour,
a Canadian behind bars in Iran?
What about Yulia Tymoshenko?
What about Byron Case,
jailed for life in the USA
despite being innocent?
What about Christian Copts
in Egypt,
living in a country
which deprives them of their rights?
What about Jews and Palestinians
in the twilight of treason?
Can't they live together
in their own secular country?
What about Bahai's in Iran
and elswhere?
What about Kurds,
Tibetians as well?
What about Death Camps
in North Korea?
What about women
in the Middle East,
disregarded their entire lives?
Oh, the scintilating Tower of Babel,
the one from every corner of Earth
to the heaven's heights.
Full of glass, silver and gold,
so wonderfully fixed with ambers
and the glistening diamonds.
Sparkling through the mirrors
with the rays of the Sun
and filled with dreams,
visions, desires, determination...
Overfilled at the same time
by the sea of blood,
innocent blood down there
in the lands of Cain and Abel.
You, the one as alive
as are people
in every country of this world.
Please, set fire to the rain
of the tyrannies…
Don't let people suffer anymore!
And spread the elixir of light,
the light of freedom,
to all the needy
in this troubled world!
Show us the path
towards liberty!
It's now or never!
Now or never !!
Yes, it's time to implant
sparks of freedom !
Oh, long live liberty!
Long live the Tower of Babel !!
United for Freedom
Encounter
Two bearded wizards met accidentally in
a mountain valley
under cloudless Colorado skies hanging
nicely from above
Both men were world recognized sorcerers
of outmost skills
cherished by some people enthusiastically
like megastars
greatly feared by others suspecting them
having links with
devil
for their supernatural powers cos only God
could have them
Both men were dressed strangely, in quite
long scarlet coats
Mimics on their faces looked uncommon, sort
of gallows humor
It was certain they didn't really like their
unexpected encounter
resembling more a boxing ring of two
heavyweight champions
than just a friendly meeting of two guys with
enormous powers
Neither of them was going to sing the blues.
They never did
Just within seconds it got extreme tense but
they were masters
used to any swings and roundabouts, to even
swinging doors
Neither of them wished to even look at each
other, out of cockiness
the contenders despising each other for no reason
but their conceit
Both displayed their enchanted wands shining as
brilliantly as the Sun
glowingly erubescent, scintillating, luminescent
like a shooting star
Then just a fearful display followed which
looked like some firework
What one of the wizards envisioned became
a reality only to be replaced
by what another one envisioned, a display of
the stars falling down
It was no longer a mountain valley but new
places constantly changing
They seemed to have had some magical sets of
silver bullets
working the patterns of the world onto the right
ways, instantly
Great weather patterns in all their hues and
hours of the clock
once resembling windy Wellington, turning then
into tropic Bangkok
but pollution free, then Beijing, the Chinese capital,
also unpolluted
with a perfectly blue sky as if the Chinese
government did its work
concerning the environmental issues, then came
all the other places
of the global village, how much different from
what they are now !!
The places changed, always shiny, effervescent,
on lands and seas
The Amazon rainforest in its intact state, pristine,
nature's symphony
biodiversity as it used to be hundreds years ago,
at its finest
Black people of Africa living in harmonious
societies, undisturbed
and all other people as well across the globe
sharing love and peace
no power struggle, no wars, no ruthless rule of
foreign powers
What was most enigmatic in this encounter of
two brilliant wizards
the worlds they encountered were definitely
different than so far
emanating with soulfulness, bright winds of
change, healing everything
worlds in which men appreciated men, women
were equal, children happy
where nothing was more important than wellbeing
of every human being
The encounter looked like cello wars long ago in
a far away galaxy, indeed
The wounded were healed in magical ways,
healthy again
the needed were assisted, the poor supported, all
treated brotherly
Every single place on the planet Earth was equally
cared for
There was a growing, mesmerizing evidence these
two enigmatic wizards
didn't play a game of the devil against God but
an angelic one
proving which one of them brought more goodness
upon the world
The enchanted wands of the wizards were still
set in work
miracles happening after miracles, all the ways to
the heavenly skies
Planet Earth recovering fast, getting her energy and
vitality back
and then first signs of full recovery were appearing,
amazingly
Our beloved planet was becoming back a healthy
one, staggeringly
free people, harmonious nature and biodiversity,
all flourishing
The two bearded wizards finally stopped their
supernatural magics
They looked with admiration at each other, laughed
afterwards
' Yes, my dear friend, I think we're built of the
same precious stone
doing everything we can do to change this world
for a better one '
the first magician said and extended his hand to
his new friend
' Yes, my dear friend, from now on we're together
in all this enterprise
more powerful than ever, united. ' - The other
magician answered courtly
Hangover
There were two young men with hangover
sitting in a Greenwich Cafe of New York City
at the very heart of the Village, the artists' haven
They looked moodily as if caught by a storm
mysterious one, with dancing ghostly demons
Their faces expressed tints of deep-seated sorrow
' I know it quite good you cry deep within
yourself
unable to solve your problem, Romeo alike
I also know she was your muse, a goddess of
love
and it makes me feeling so much sorrowful for
you
I really share your suffering, my dear friend '
said one of them to another one, visibly shaken
His friend looked up with dampened eyes
' She was my only beauty, my love greater
than life
with so many brilliantly sparkling tints
on the heavenly canvas filled with stars
She was my beloved angel looking after me
my sweet protector, my sense of life, my only
love
She was a swan with wings spread wide
with nothing to hide and everything to show
a swan on the canvas of the sky above
reflected in the waters of a quiet lake
one performing a shining serenade of love
with a carousel of many hues and shades
She was my everlasting support, my arm
a gentle pillar and though all powerful one
like all the pillars of the Acropolis of Athens
supposed to stay eternally, withstanding time
as part of me, she, my heavenly angel of love
Yet she's gone, no chance to have her back '
' Don't cry, my dear friend ', the other man
said
' I'm your pillar now, your best and caring
friend
for as long as you need it, my dearest friend '
He took him in his very arms and held him so
for long minutes, stroking him gently on his arm
while strangers in the cafe looked curiously at
them
New York, New York
Majestic New York, you, the Tower of Babel
New York, New York, you, the Spectacle of Life
New York, New York, you, the Symphony of
Love
New York, New York, my only City, my love
New York, New York, the City we all love
New York, New York, you, the jewel of all jewels
New York, New York, you, the everlasting Spring
New York, New York, majestic New York
Look at Manhattan, the Center of the Universe
fabulous beyond anything to say, breathtaking
Look at Times Square, the World's Crossroads
the hub of the Broadway theatre district
Look at the skyscrapers reaching heavens
at the financial center in the Wall Street
the spectacular New York's Stock Exchange
at Manhattan's Chinatown, at the subway
at the Freedom Tower, the pearl of pearls
express your utmost wonder, delight yourself
See New Yorkers hurrying to their jobs
cheerful, optimistic, exuberant, self-confident
See a handsome man walking down the street
see a beautiful woman in red sitting on a bench
a shiny pearl among the busy human traffic
See him approaching her and gently kissing her
see them dancing their tango, the tango of love
among the yellow cabs and Manhattan limousines
Look at Central Park, the New York's lungs
and the godlike splendor of the nature there
emanating from all corners and at all seasons
in the very heart of marvelous New York City
Look at those millions of people, proud Americans
descendants from all corners of the globe
doing their best to be part of the American Dream
Oh, God bless America, God bless the whole
world !!
See happy and carefree kids in Central Park
playing with the plentiful rays from the Sun
and with palette of many shadows from Earth
in the full blown triumphant Summer around
and magnificent scents generated by the trees
What a splendid playground, a symphony it is
a heavenly music to the tunes of the Sun's harp
and yes, the Sun's trumpet, Sun's violin
the Sun's saxophone, all the divine Sun's tools
and of course, the Earth's piano as well
a music larger than life, at kids' hands
Majestic New York, you, the Tower of Babel
New York, New York, you, the Spectacle of Life
New York, New York, you, the Symphony of Love
New York, New York, my only City, my love
New York, New York, the City we all love
New York, New York, you, the jewel of all jewels
New York, New York, you, the Summer's sunshine
New York, New York, majestic New York
See the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan
picturesque Queens and Staten Island
the jewels of America, of the world as much
See the Hudson River
emptying into Upper New York Bay
Yankee Stadium, home of the New York Yankees
the Bronx Zoo, the world's largest metropolitan
one
the John F. Kennedy International Airport
Thousand and one wonders, indeed
Once New Amsterdam, turned New York City
shining like the Sun on a brightest day
and like shimmering stars at quiet nights
like the exctasy of men and women in love
a pearl in the crown of America, indeed
kept safely in the claws of the American hawk
Look at all those busy people of New York yet
again
making their dreams come true
Oh, New Yorkers, New Yorkers
you're the vanguard of the world !
You're shooting for the stars !!
New York City, you're our Ode to Life
you're our everlasting Bell of Life
our Dreamland which came true
our Highway to Heavens, a reborn Soul
our Happy End at our final Crossroads
the brilliant diamond, amber and emerald
You're mesmerizingly All American
a hauntingly fabulous Mirror of the World
and the shining Jewel of the Free World
Oh, New York, the true Tower of Babel
my love, our love, forevermore !!
Let's finally look at the Statue of Liberty
whoever you are
She's our Light as much as New York is
reminding us every single moment of our lives
freedom is what counts
and what is worth to strive for
The Statue of Liberty
standing there triumphantly
at the gate to everlasting New York City
Majestic New York, you, the Tower of Babel
New York, New York, you, the Spectacle of Life
New York, New York, you, the Symphony of
Love
New York, New York, my only City, my love
New York, New York, the City we all love
New York, New York, you, the jewel of all jewels
New York, New York, the Fall's and Winter's
brilliance
New York, New York, majestic New York
Twilight or not
Twilight of my being
twilight of my life
twilight of my heart
twilight of my soul
twilight of my mind
twilight of everything I am
And how not to shiver
how not to fall down
into an abyss
of the Titans
to destroy oneself
and get in peace
with the twilights
I am dealing with
But why not
the other way round ?
Goodness of my being
sunshine of my life
strong, pulsating heartbeat
my soul an elixir of life
my mind demanding
wanting more and more
me going for it all
confidently
till I am sure I have done
everything I wanted
till with my last breath
I am at peace
with myself
and the world
I search to the core
of my mind and my soul
I look at this world
at people around
and I discover
the starship of it all
freedom, of course
freedom of the individual
and liberty of us all
I look through
a window of a plane
flying high at night
there are stars
shining and shimmering
far there away above me
but also far there under me
on the continents
the plane is just passing
and I discover yet again
we, people, are also stars
on our Earth
in our Milky Way galaxy
and the whole Universe
We are part
of the God's design
part of the many dimensions
the known ones
and the unknown ones
God's Touch
It's like a dance with wolves
like a vicious circle
round us and deep inside us
to the core of one's mind
and the deepness of one's soul
We never know
who we are
or better say
sometimes we know
and
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Thaddeus Hutyra
Bildmaterialien: Thaddeus Hutyra
Lektorat: Thaddeus Hutyra
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.06.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-1806-4
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