Martin Holm Sjölin Poems

What is going on in our world, when you can get to heaven by blowing yourself up.
What is going on with our world, when you can kill and get away with it because you got money.
What has happened to our world, when you can start a war because of oil.
Why can't the world be like it was when you where a child? Why can't everything be good, and why can't there be no worries?
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I wake up and I see a tunnel.
The light is coming nearer
Then I hear the voice, it's a high pitch voice, must be female.
Soon I hear it like a scream.
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There she was, under the starlight, moonlit night.
Those eyes, shining like the moon.
Those eyes, sparkling like the stars.
Her hair, which seemed to match her beautiful eyes perfectly
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As time passes by,
A gentlemen walks nearby
To see all the sorrow,
The hate, the suffering and the agony, that exists in this world.
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Death.
Now that I finally have encountered it.
I can't really say what I think about it.
But if death is the goal,
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I wanted her to cry a little over me.
But she just stood there, screaming her lungs out.
I wanted her to say a lie to me.
A lie that would have made it better.
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The smell, the smell from her
I can’t get it away from me.
But to I want to?
She smells so nice.
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He stands and looks up.
He can not believe that he has too climb that mountain again.
What if he falls again?
Is there another waiting for him then?
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In a faraway field I lay
A lone soldier with an unknown grave.

Nothing to be said, and nothing to be done
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The gloomy atmosphere that comes with the storm takes them by surprise.
The journey over have been better then most, but still.
The sound of the ships cannons cannot be ignored.
And so, with little or no sleep, the men march ashore.
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