A SONG FROM THE BOMB SHELTER
I stand at the door
And look at the bomb-ridden, barren landscape
Where some plants still seem to grow
And I think I saw a small rodent move
I feel the sand flowing through my fingers
For first time since I can remember
It's soft, warm and feels good on my hands
I guess it's somewhat safe to go out again
Clean cuts and raw lines
Hard floor and concrete walls
This was the landscape of my youth
TV dinners and mass hysteria
Hard values and fear of God
These were the signs of time of my youth
Fear the strange and lock the doors
Avoid the neighbor, suspect all
This was the song of my youth
The song of my youth kept playing
Over and over again
Until the message was loud and clear
Don't come closer, don't come near
Private cars and bulletproof glass
Shrapnel vests and headphones
These were the pacifiers of my youth
Drones and missiles, codes and colors
Troops and shelters, money and power
This was the swan song of the society
The song of my youth kept playing
Over and over again
Until the message was loud and clear
Don't come closer, don't come near
Warm breeze on my face
And the first sunset in years brings a tear to my eye
I feel that even the years in isolation can't stop me now
I gather my belongings and head outside
It's time to start living or die trying
To start living or die trying