Be Cause

 

You may think or believe,

it would be...

it would happen to you...

because...

 

You are small.

Your color of your skin.

 The form of your genitals.

You are slandered „Woman“.

You are slandered „Child“.

You are slandered „Man“.

You are Jew.

You are Moslem.

You are Indian.

You are Alien.

You are Refugee.

You are wrong.

You are not enough.

You are ugly.

You are ill.

You wear glasses.

You stink.

 

You may feel discriminated,

violated, raped, hurt, unseen, unfelt, unloved,

hated,

because...

 

And you join a group of victims.

Because you are sick of feeling alone.

Because you are sick of feeling helpless.

And you want to believe, they would be like you,

because...

of your wounds and bleeding hearts...

 

And you rise against wounded hearts,

that wounded you.

 

You want to make them see.

You want to make them feel.

You want to make them inspect,

what you felt,

they did to you.

 

Without seeing,

that there always was and is someone

ready, willing and able

to be cruel to you.

 

Not for what you are.

Not for the detail the barbarian projects on you.

Savages need and always find something to stick there daggers in.

 

Its a lie.

 

There is no cause.

 

 You are not this or that.

 

No matter what anyone ever said would be your guilt...

There is no such thing.

There is no guilt.

There is no guilt.

 

This invention of wounded hearts shall hide their wounded hearts.

And even if every wounded heart would be healed,

all of them,

everywhere,

at the same time,

there still would be hungry animals,

ready to rip your heart out.

 

And even if all hungry animals would be fed and save,

or caught, enslaved or killed,

live itself would pick you,

to stump on your heart.

 

Not because...

There is no cause.

 

(Vigor Calma, 2019)