POWER-HUNGRY MEN

                                 Words & Music by: Piet Louter

It started on their toddler ages; some guys stole the show

And put themselves on higher stages, were fated just to grow

Into people of importance, who we can’t neglect

To pay them with the highest wages and be held in great respect.

Then they gave themselves the finest places, from where they run the show.

And where they easily can hide their faces and no-one gets to know

Just the real things, what they’re up to; who they really are.

So we only see their loving graces and their artificial star.

And all the world is bowing to these kind and gentle kings.

But nobody seems to notice, that we’re bowing on their strings.

I cry for the dying world,

For having to see, that everything is in their hands.

I die for the shining pearl

That earth could be without these power-hungry men.

They filled their talks, so promissory, with the whole bag of their tricks.

And they saddled us up with fairy-stories, and they just know how to fix

It in the minds of silly people at their special schools,

Where we faithfully learned to live according to their oppressive rules.

And all the world is dancing to their inharmonic tunes.

But nobody seems to notice, that we’re dancing on their ruins.

I cry for the dying world,

For having to see, that everything is in their hands.

I die for the shining pearl

That earth could be without these power-hungry men.

         MESSAGE FROM KISHORE

                                 Words & Music by: Piet Louter

It’s owing to the wealth, in which I happened to be dropped

I don’t know any better and that I never stopped

At the thought that I’ve been lucky, being born in the western world

Where I really want for nothing and life hardly ever hurts.

Still there’s something uneasy, that came lately over me

And for some time I’m not quite sure about the man I want to be

In my house, there’s a carpet on the floor

That I bought for little money at an oriental store

And that is found to have a message from Kishore

Who says, that all the wrongs, he has to bear, lies at my door.

In all my western innocence, I was stupefied for long

Never being conscious of having done anything wrong

Hadn’t I a clear conscience, respecting others as myself

Granting it ain’t hard to do in this small world of wealth

Now I’m faced with the reality of the using of the poor

And I’ll never enjoy the traps I own as I ever did before

In my house, there’s a carpet on the floor

That I bought for little money at an oriental store

And that is found to have a message from Kishore

Who says, that all the wrongs, he has to bear, lies at my door.