Emperor of the Sun

It’s the last golden summer night. His glance is catched by the frozen light. He knows there is the dark to come. His silent hope is already gone. To escape this fight one single time, he gave the sun an endless shine. Blood is running through his heart. Indifference is tearing him apart. He knows he’ll stay all times alone. No single angel has been born.

At one lonely point at night he gathers all the stars, all the humans that he made, a memory’s recall. There was a young light once a thought and the Emperor of the Sun. But now eternity has come.

It’s the last hidden memory: Young child lies dead below the trees. He knew the war will break his mind. His last will was already signed. To escape the hell another night dispatch has forced another fight. Blood was running through his hands. Fear weakened him, he couldn’t stand. He knew he’ll stay all times alone. His love died in the firestorm.

At one lonely point at night he gathers all the stars, all the sorrow that he caused, a memory’s recall. There was a young light once a life and the Emperor of the Sun. But now eternity has come.

At one lonely point at night we gather all the stars, all the moments that we shared, the choices that we made. There is a young light now a dream and the Emperors of the Sun. We know eternity will come.

Text von: Kathrina s. East, Feuerwicht

Barefoot Soldier

He never gets love, just drugs and Rock’n’Roll, since they took him away from his home this fall. He hides behind his gun and the power that it gives him to control the weak ones, unarmed women and men. He was forced to kill his brother in the presence of his mother. Now there is nothing left and nothing to return to. He has killed so many, tortured and abused. Would you still welcome him and heal his soul so bruised?

He’s a barefoot soldier who doesn’t know what he kills for. He’s a barefoot soldier who doesn’t know what he dies for. He’s a barefoot soldier, broken by misuse. He’s a barefoot soldier who needs more than new shoes.

Today she is the woman of the man who killed her mum and made her home a graveyard, buried all her friends. There’s no way to escape the militia that once caught her as they are gonna punish the other girls and slaughter. She gets beaten by her husband, regardless of what she’s doing, to raise up her two twins feels like public viewing. She is so dependent and, in a way, she needs him, but in her dreams she’s dreaming of a life in freedom.

She’s a barefoot soldier who can’t talk about what she’s used for. She’s a barefoot soldier who’s seen more than she could bear. She’s a barefoot soldier, made submissive by misuse. She’s a barefoot soldier who needs more than new shoes.

Denied a childhood and often subjected to horrific violence an estimated 300 000 children are serving as soldiers. Many are seized and recruited by force whereas others join to escape their reality. In 1989 the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child, Article 38, proclaimed: „State parties shall take all feasible measures to ensure that persons who have not attained the age of 15 years do not take a direct part in hostilities“.

They are barefoot soldiers who don’t know what they will kill for. They are barefoot soldiers who don’t know what they will die for. They are barefoot soldiers who get lost somewhere in our news. They are barefoot soldiers who need more than just new shoes.

Text von: Johannes Höfener