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Oct 2015
I remember my younger days
Were the ashes of fire grew higher
Crowds and streets with empty praise
If they practice truth in the mirror, they´re a liar

I remember the iron curtain
Blocking any ray of sun
When crazy mind´s were the only sane
and you could´t trust anyone

I remember childhood dreams
That died for each year that I grew
A time when ends justified the means
and what joy meant no one knew

I remember beliefs forced upon me
Until I was convinced they were my own
When being a alive was the same as being free
Feeling unsafe under the roof of my home

I remember the color red
On the ground and on the flag
I remember the tears I shed
When I lost the few good things I had

I remember being scared
To sell my soul by mistake
To become like the people I feared
and not realize until it was too late

I remember a foreign earth
Across borders, beyond the wall
Where no one decided what a life was worth
I remember waiting for the barricade to fall

I remember my younger days
Memories burned into my mind
I remember the crowds and streets of heavy praise
When the fog lifted in 1989



«Copyright Johanna Magdalena Husebye»
I wrote this poem on the plane tonight. It´s about Stalin´s regime and life under the Iron Curtain.
Johanna Magdalena
Written by
Johanna Magdalena  23/F/Norway
(23/F/Norway)   
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