LULLABY

 

Hush, hush, Baby no cry! Hush, hush, Baby no cry!

Bad men are gone, who took our home,

who destroyed our shed, - there is no shelter yet.

But we won´t die, Baby no cry!

But we won´t die, Baby no cry!


 

Hush, hush, Baby no cry! Hush, hush, Baby no cry!

Daddy´s alive, your Brother survived,

Granny is sleeping, Sister is weeping.

No, we won´t die, Baby no cry!

No, we won´t die, Baby no cry!


 

Hush, hush, Baby no cry! Hush, hush, Baby no cry!

They believe in a lie, but time passes by

like this cold night, no, we won´t fight.

Please now calm down, you´re not alone!

Please now calm down, you´re not alone!


 

Hush, hush, Baby no cry! Hush, hush, Baby no cry!

Ours is heaven, ours is the sky,

ours is this story, which never passes by.

It never passes by, Baby no cry!

It never passes by, Baby no cry!

 

H.Engel, 2007

 

CONCRETE MEMORIES

 

Got this tiny bit of

artificial stone

laying on my office desk

grey, insignificant, meaningless

examine all its properties

treat it with respect

think about the stories it might

tell

 

Been there in winter

fence posts in the snow

took my time alone

Walked through peaceful silence

Steps were muffled

depression grows

remembering faces

forced into

diminished lives

Women, men and children

marked by fear and pain

imprisoned behind barbed wire

concrete posts to guard it all

 

These concrete memories

deteriorated

washed by peaceful rains

treat them with respect

think about the stories

they might tell

 

J.Engel, 2013

NEIGHBOURS

 

Who’s this neighbour next to me?/ Who’s the guy I
rarely see?/ Who’s this stranger carrying such a familiar face?/

 

When we met on the street/ in front of our gardens at
night/ we talked for the first time/ exchanging words full of meaning./

Who’s this neighbour next to me?.../

 “I’ll be at war tomorrow”/- and I was at war today-/
”I’ll fight the guys from another country”/ - and I’ll be on my way:/ we will
crowd the streets of the city/ we will stand up against the war/ so you won’t
have to go tomorrow/ just stay and think who you really are./ "I can’t go
with you tomorrow/ there’s some duty ahead – you know/ I guess we don’t even
have to fight/ and it’s gonna be fun a few weeks.”/

 Who’s this neighbour next to me?.../

 We will be at war tomorrow/ me on the street and him
on a ship/ so come on and let us cross boarders tonight/ let’s dance before
we’ll part again – to fight./

 lalala.../

 

When we met on the street/ in front of our gardens at
night/ we talked for the first time/ I hope not for the last…!/

 lalala...

 

 H.Engel 2011

Fire in the Backyard

 

There’s a fire in the backyard

there’s a fire in my head/ there’s a fire

burning, burning out of control

Burning, burning, burning,/ keep it burning

tonight.

Burning, burning, burning,

keep it burning tonight.

Who lit the fire at the hut?

Who needs to destroy?

Who takes a fortune out of my complete disaster?

Burning...

There’s a fire burning, burning

there’s a fire in my head

I watch it closely ‘cause I just don’t want to go mad.

Burning...

There’s a fire in the backyard

and all gathered around

we are people of the ancient times - celebrating: illumination.

Illumination tonight!

 

H.Engel 2011 

Living in the Desert

 

There are lots of high buildings around her

and the streets are all crowded with cars

and their noise echoes off black windows

and the bits of blue sky are so far

so far above her, so far above her.

She’s living in the desert of downtown New York

and the bits of blue sky are so far

so far above her.

She’s one of a million workers

rushing quickly from subway to desk

daily loosing her faith in a future

in a future with some kind of rest

and some kind of vision.

She’s living in the desert of downtown New York

and she’s dreaming of some kind, some kind of vision.

At lunchtime she’s eating a salad

she says hi to some colleagues
around/ as they do she stares at her smartphone

checking news and her mail and her time

her time passing by.

She’s a business woman of downtown New York

checking her time

her time passing by.

Woman in black, high heels and ponytail

What are you waiting for?

Where are you faring to?

What is your aim?

Woman in black, smart face and laptop bag

you left a girl behind

you left some dreams behind

so watch your time.

She’s living in the desert of downtown New York

checking her time

her time passing by.

 

H.Engel 2011