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[sid] => 43046
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Preach about love! /Kažte lásku!
[time] => 2004-04-13 15:04:22
[hometext] => I hope I will not be hated by some.. all I honestly wish, is there was no reason for wars.. I really hate it. Hopefully you - will understand, with love, aika.-)
[bodytext] => Thrown out of the paradise And complaining about the life To the king she came And was brought to the trial, Judge; an old, white haired man With unreadable eyes Visibly had the plan in his head How to crack down the wretch "So, Genuflect“ he hollered his eyes fixed on her trying to grab thoughts from her the thoughts of expatriates, On the hard ground, her knees fell down with heaviness and tiredness although sure about her innocence she did not put up resistance, "So tell me, sinner, explain to all of us, why you were thrown out, for what should I judge?" "I have not commited maleficence but please explain to me, why fathers of our fathers taught their sons what vindictiveness is? Why many people Have belief to kill Why belief and skin colour Are the worst thing?" "For this you were thrown out, for that you were asking? What is on the Earth, earthly is I have not written Grand scheme of things!' "However, look into my eyes" judge said with his voice softened, "I can not judge you when no sin you commited,' "there might be a tiny sin, might be something what does not seem I craved for belief abolishment And only about love to preach, I don't believe in belief I have nothing to rely on And you have reason To judge me now" She looked at him, straight And in her genuine eyes He saw earthly paradise Countries without borders in hearts, In the background,alas, And it could not have been dream He saw the reason why She was still asking, Children, disfigured and starving Dead or crying Parents hugging their bodies Being without souls already, Pools of blood for nothing Dying the streets All of them having same body Or dead or alive it is, In the soul the desire for love is When a man born is And always adults Trying to segregate it, Why can´t they, why Go to battlefield To pick a fight and rumble And let the others live??? Why do they mind the color of skin? Why does belief segregates families? Why do they kill thein own children? Why do they act gods? Deciding when who shall die???? The judge with very serious voice Standing up the chair His judgement pronounced: "Since now, preach about love!" Vyvržena z ráje, A stěžujíc si na ten osud Dostala se až před krále A ten postavil ji před soud Soudce, starý bělovlasý pán S nečitelnýma očima, Měl očividně v hlavě plán Jak s vyvržencem zacloumá „Nuž poklekni“, zalomozil, očima po ní klouzaje její myšlenky lovil, myšlenky vyhnanců z ráje Na tvrdou zem kolena S těžkostí a únavou padla Ač o své nevině přesvědčena Žádný odpor nekladla „tak pověz, hříšnice, vysvětli nám, proč vlastně vyhnali tě, za co tě soudit mám?“ „Já nespáchala zločin, jen prosím vysvětli mi proč otcové otců našich své syny pomstychtivosti učili? Proč mnoho z lidí Má víru zabíjet Proč víra a barva pleti jsou nejhorší jed?“ „Pro tohle snad vyhnali tě proto, že chtěla ses ptát? Co na zemi jest, zemské je Já nepsal jsem zemský řád Leč, pohlédni mi do očí A soudci zjemněl hlas Nemohu tě soudit Pokus nic nespáchalas „Snad malý hřích by tu byl, Snad cosi co nezdá se Prosila jsem zrušit víru A kázat pouze o lásce Nevěřím na víru Nemám oč v ní se opřít A vy , máte příčinu, Proč mě začít soudit“ Upřela na něj zrak A v jejích očích ryzích, viděl zemský ráj, Státy bez hranic v srdcích V pozadí však A to nemohlo se mu zdát Uviděl příčinu toho Proč chtěla se ptát Děti zmrzačené,hladové Plačící i mrtvé Rodiče objímající jejich těla Dávno jsouce bez duše Kaluže krve nadarmo Barví ulice měst Však všichni mají stejné tělo Ať živé či mrtvé jest v duši je touha po lásce když člověk narodí se a jsou to jenom dospělí jež chtějí rozdělit se „proč nemohli by tedy,proč jít na pole bitevní tam se pobít jak je libo a nechat ostatní žít? Proč lidem vadí barva těl Proč víra rozděluje svět Proč vraždí sami svoje děti proč na bohy hrají si a určují kdy kdo zemře?“ Soudce naprosto vážným hlasem Zvedaje se ze židle Vyřkl svůj ortel: „Ode dnes kažte o lásce“ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Aika [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => czech [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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