Riding with Bach
In the midst of the ugliness of the world
He is driving his car and listening to a Bach CD
Thinks about the friend whom he never met and never will
He drives around
Birds are waiting to be fed
Errands have to be finished
He looks from the car window
People are passing by
He keeps questioning himself
Who supports the ugly war and who isn�t?
Why innocent people were killed by their name?
Why mothers are loosing their children here and there?
What is the difference between them and us?
When killers will be punished?
In a sunny day,
Bach continues with his charming music
A woman hundreds of miles away
Sitting on a coach
Listening to the same music
An orange candle and a blue one are burning on the coffee table
The fragrance of a jasmine plant is filling the room
She is looking at her back yard
The snow is covering the garden
The moon is full
Can she dig her roots like a plant in this place?
She looks at the TV
A maniac is dragging an Iraqi prisoner on the floor
She lowered her face
Tears dropped on the candles
The room is dark
The moonlight is coming from the window
It is a cold night
Bach continues with his charming music
A door is slammed in the middle of the night
Footprints are marked on the snow
A scream is heard in the middle of the night
Bach continues with his charming music.
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