The next piece I wrote last night. It´s a way for me to cope, to find a perspective. And of course I´m comparing things that shouldn´t be compared, but it´s just the way I feel right now.
Heaven cries, when a child dies.
And I look up to the skies asking why
Why does she have to die
And I cry
For she is my brother´s child
Somewhere in Europe a child is dying
The doctors knew no child has survived
Her illness with chemo-therapy,
And still
They wouldn´t allow anything else.
It´s the only method big pharma allows,
The only one that makes big money,
The only one taught in medical school.
Don´t tell me it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God,
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child
Somewhere in Nigeria a child is dying
The land she lived on is poisoned
The oil companies needed it
For profit
No more good food, no more clean water
And the child gets ill and the child is dying
Don´t tell me it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God,
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child
Somewhere in Columbia a child is dying
Hit by government bullets
They only wanted to fight
The "terrorists" and the war against drugs
And the child was just
In the wrong place
At the wrong time
Don´t tell me, it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child
Somewhere in Iraq a child is dying
A smart bomb was not smart
Had hit her house
And blown it apart
And buried her in rubble
Don´t tell me, it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child
Somewhere in America a child is dying
Born already ill
With no hope to survive
For her father has been a soldier
In Iraq and breathed in depleted uranium
Don´t tell me it´s nobody´s fault
An act of God
Maybe you´re right
And still I cried
For she is my brother´s child
And I feel my brother´s pain
After hoping in vain
And I see him cry
Looking up to the sky
Asking why
Why did she have to die
And heaven cries, when a child dies
My brother´s child
