Munich or somewhere else

It is like the sea...

The waves come and go...

Having waves wanes...

The tribes, the countries, the people.

A green and bloody red sea.

Sometimes some shores dry.

How long for though?

What is long anyway?

Home Sweet Home

The barriers were always used to identify ourselves.

To say and feel and breath

Here-I-Am.

Here-I-Exist.

Here, I establish Me- My family-My Ideology-My Religion

Here I Nourish Myself and Here I Shit.

Here-I-Belong

From This Wall to That Wall.

Sometimes I or My Fathers become Greedy

Push against the walls boys!!!

Push against cause we've became many

because we need more space

because we deserve a view to the sea

because we deserve more

Push against the people who are behind that wall!

Push against our enemies...

The two enemies forget exactly where this wall were or who pushed first.

Two boys, five years old both fighting: "He punched me first" "He stole my doll"

"I'll punch you now" "I'll take my ball back"...

And so it goes...

And the only thing we fight against

we call it people

but its me and you and your mother and father

the only thing we fight on/in/against is Home.

Home Sweet Home