Poem: Keep On Track

Speak to me and never hold back
Speak to me before I have a heart attack

The bullies are raging, the people are staging
Protests in great number
Seasoned and newcomers

F* the bullies, f* the power-hungry
Their drones, their tanks, their bombs
We are angry, but will we remain calm?

We will not go down without a fight
No, we won’t be giving their tasty bait a bite

Circuses and bread, living as a zombie until you’re dead
Like needles without thread, half your days spent in bed

No, this is not the life
We stand against the iron clad fist with our own strife

When you’ve tasted freedom, you will not easily give it up
When you’re born in slavery, it’s easier to be corrupt
But there’s still a chance that your eyes can be opened up
You can be reborn to freedom and drink its cup

Your decades, your years on earth
Do not at all let them be a curse to your birth
Make your existence something of value, of worth
As the carbon, methane and other sh* fly into the air
Slowly burning up our home and hearth

We can’t passively sit by
Waiting for a storm to come and then we die

Stand up, my friends and run
Even though you feel increasing heat
From the sun

And the sweat pouring off your face and back
Keep on straight, keep on track

~ Gunnar Våken