Up on this prison wall crying
out for the wall to fall like
the lies on the outside 'bout the
cries from the inside and
the words on this wall may they
burn through it tall
Unbreakable unforgettable
the pain of it all and again
and again we make it sound and
resound and let words become
dynamite and the power of the
oppressed come to light and to rise
To stand up against yet another
prison wall up on that prison wall
And freedom bitter and sour and
mercy for the mighty and what it means
another hour what it means another
day gone away taken away for
those to stay be left behind for those
who can speak but never be heard
To tell you it hurts to feel the weakness
not the meekness feel the numbness
not the speechlessness feel the
pressure of the concrete silence find
the treasure of withstanding violence
Fight the whispering of the mind
that drives you mad in lingering
hunger for a freedom bitter and sour
Yes bitter it is up on that prison wall
as I watch the fences and watch
reality fade away in yet another layer of
grey for those here to stay and I
wish I may be with you today
I would cherish the doors and the bars just
to know you are not alone to share
the taste of the empty tray that feeds
you nothing but fear and still
I can never take it away the burden the
doors keep hidden for all to be rid of
yet another non-citizen yet another
nobody yet another hobo drifter lost
soul or shifter unwelcome unwanted
Who are you what are you no different
than me so bitter is freedom and sour is
is the sun and the wind and the rain
that I feel as I am free at liberty my
privileged person that I don't want to be
So I climb up on that prison wall
if not to break it at least to stand tall
and not to forget to remember it all
To call for hammers and to call for
bulldozers and to call for freedom and
not only mine which is the one I can but
use like a brick use like a stick use like a
Molotov cocktail use like a mixture of
volatile expression and inflammable
action there up on that prison wall
A place enforced by never minds a
non existing grave of empty eyed ghosts
dressed in bare verdicts of powers that be
criminal and filthy as they score high up
on that ladder of society's no choices for
the beggar so you better not beg and
better not ask and don't even demand
Just take it and make it for freedom for all to
burn down and even better to blow up yet
another one of those prison walls
I taste it and taste it what is wasted
and wasted a time gone by another
footstep between six feet to one side and
nine feet to the other and the ceiling's
coming down and the floor is coming up and
the door is staring at you and the sky cannot
be touched the air can't make you shiver
the wind can't blow your face so what is there
to embrace but resistance for to resist is
to exist and to exist is to resist and to live
is to be free and to be free is to live for all to
live for liberation animals and humans alike
No camps no prisons no institutes no
experiments no torture no slaughter no
false sentiments no so called common
sense no 'no' for an answer no questions
No for the masters the judges the cops the
prosecutors the butchers the guards the
politicians no questions no expectations
No hope but truth no rope no chains no
moving in vain just the rain that will wash
away the blood and the tears just the sun
that warms our soul equally and inseparable
That my friend are my dreams right there
and then overlooking the shame as I'm
standing again up on this prison wall
Joke Kaviaar
November 25 2014
Into the Red Zone
Into the Red Zone
The empty heart of the city of Brussels
Into the Red Zone
The EU parliament security Red Zone
Zone of democratic dictatorship
Center of equality it says
It has even won a price for
upholding human rights between
its high rise glass towering buildings
Mirrors in the face of forgotten children
But not facing it!
Walls and gates covered in cameras
protecting steel and concrete
But not life!
We are allowed
Into the Red Zone
For ten minutes
To ask
Whose human rights?
Equal is not the sans-papier
to the politician
Equal is not the refugee
to the business man
Zone of solidarity it says
Whose solidarity?
On the Mediterranean sea solidarity is
practiced by fishermen alongside
drowning victims lost in laws literally
Fighting Frontex
the almighty border agency
Human rights
are lying on the bottom of the sea
This is the dignity of the Red Zone rulers
They know nothing of the waves of fear
The depths of despair
The desert of loneliness
Theirs is the dignity on paper only
Theirs is the liberty to those of legal status
Others the liberty of poverty only
Justice it says
in all those languages the Red Zone represents
where justice is
Europeans only
Whites only
It is not in its borders
It is not in its prisons
It is not in its streets where the voiceless
meet and get together to go
Into the Red Zone
To state accusations
To find these words at the entrance of these
price winning institutions of legal murder
Equality
Solidarity
Liberty
Dignity
and
Justice
They are but words
in the Red Zone
In the Red Zone
Into the blood Zone
In the Red Zone
Into the dead Zone
Joke Kaviaar June 27 2014, Brussels
On the bridge to Strasbourg
On the bridge
before the border
We are silent
with each other
There is no order
There is no law
on this here bridge
there is just awe
We are silent
for the courageous
We sit down
lay down our banners
...And the river carries
the dreams of all
Those that have died
Never reached the shore
And on this bridge
in the burning heat
on the asphalt road
Has someone cried?
We are on the verge
of crossing the border
It speaks of pain
in tongues of torture
Those who remember
been there before
at some other frontier
can tell you more
About loss of lives
of closing doors
The will to fight
as the ocean roars
...And the river carries
the dreams of all
Those that have died
Never reached the shore
Now the march begins
as we get up
to cross those borders
time and again
For time and again
the borders murder
No end to struggle
Carry on further
Just like that river
We carry the dreams
A tribute to freedom
A promise to keep
...And the river carries
the dreams of all
Those that survived
that have reached the shore
Joke Kaviaar May 19 2014, Strasbourg
Write it - Ignite it!
Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
You better shut up - or we'll lock you up
It is time to define we got the right to incite
Call out! Call out! Call out! Call out!
We gotta write it - ignite it
Burn the prosecution
and the ministry of justice!
We gotta light it and fight it
Burn down the profits
of the prisons, institutions!
Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
It is time now to fight - Not to listen to the lies
They make ya do time for a thought crime
Only one solution is to call out revolution!
One solution: Revolution!
Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
Down with the nations - Stop deportations!
It is time to define we got the right to incite
Call out! Call out! Call out! Call out!
We gotta write it - ignite it
Burn the prosecution
and the ministry of justice!
We gotta light it and fight it
Burn down the profits
of the prisons, institutions!
Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
Down with the borders - Fuck law and order!
They make ya do time for a thought crime
Only one solution is to call out revolution!
