The mirror of life . . .
By Kirsten Nour Namskau
So many ways of experience life
While one is called whore is another called wife.
So many ways of experience pleasure
What for me is torture, is for you a treasure.
Insulting is felt in so many ways
What for you is a title of honor is for me a word of disgrace.
Where is the limit and what is a lie
When the limit is reached is that when you die?
Where does the word “abuse” come in
Is that when you feel the ice you are walking, start to get thin?
Where will you go then, with your complain
When everyone you contact tell you, it’s all in vane
Both lawyer and doctor and friends give advice
They remind you, your choice and this is the price.
They will tell . . . you deserved it since you didn’t obey
And be happy it’s only the kidney they took away
The next time you were told you should feel honored
When they took half of your liver and called you a donor
When also half of your lung is gone
It is then you are told to try to be strong.
When your Master or Devil or Manager say:
“Remember I love you, that’s why we do it my way”
When your vagina is burned, so you are no more a woman
Don’t believe it’s finish, that was only an omen
When they take your back-skin to make you a pillow
Enjoy the softness as if you are in a meadow
Open your hands and with grace receive
The life as a zombie, in which you believe
You are all given “something”, only to “relax”
So you don’t “wake up” and take a prolapse
When your husband or master or devil has friends
With the lawyers, the doctors and members of the governments
Then he is given only two option of winning,
The price which is given in “Lotte-ringen”
Be sure, he always choose you to be the winner
The price of an illness, mutilation or being a billet
So many times I remember . . . the Bible will tell
“They will talk so beautiful . . . about the life in Hell”
What you call Paradise, I call Hell
What I call Paradise, is for you not at all well
So if we tomorrow shall make a new world and norm
Will it be your way or my way . . . or will we both be forlorn?
Because whoever be the ruler in the new world from now on
One will be in Paradise . . . the other in Armageddon