Chopin Prelude Number 13

The pretext to context—
I’m not supposed to be here:
That’s what my father told me.
But here i am, dropping a tear.
Now, quit my next job,
As brother suffers the same.
How do i talk with you
To get out of this game?
i had a true love;
i failed her so bad;
Now i have a daughter—
Damn, how can I do ‘Dad?’
Pallbeared in Marble Falls,
A family ripped apart,
I can’t do this any more
With this ignorant heart.
Brother, thankfully, didn’t die,
Though anger rules his house.
I’d love to be of help,
But he only sees another louse.
So i put down these lines
To see where can I go—
Can we really ever help?
No? Yeah, I suppose I should know.
But here i am, dropping a tear.

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Peshawar

Come, come away to Peshawar
How can God be great?
141 lying, dead, there—
Does blood lust ever sate?

I believe, you believe,
But we believe different things—
Whose God is the right one?
Do we follow imams, priests or kings?

Go, go down to Peshawar
Do we bury Hope along with the dead?
Do these souls Archangel Michael credit or debit?
Is there not a better accounting instead?

You believe, I believe
Though played to a different chord
But, for God’s sake, please remember:
Leave vengeance to the Lord.

Weep, weep old Peshawar
Take time for sorrow for all fathers and mothers
And after the last anguished tear falls
We all will still be sisters and brothers