Neubau. Eine neue Siedlung
Sie ziehen ein mit altem Gepäck
Autobahn, frisch geteert
Die selben Huper – Weg! Weg!
Jede Geburt ist Wiedergeburt
Neuer Sitz, alter Gurt
Du landest trotzdem in Frankfurt
Sanft erzogen und doch nicht scheu
Unerzogen und dennoch treu
Neugeboren ist nicht immer neu.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung.
He’s lying in the midst of his toys
And what language do they speak
To one another? They seem to understand
Each other. It’s his smile
That makes me strong.
I’m glad he can’t interpret my frown
When I look out of the window
Into the world, into the times –
Yes I’m glad for him
Let him store happiness in his heart today.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije..
Wait for the knocking of the carpenter
For it won’t be long
Lovingly building that cradle, soft of hay
It will be rocked by a virgin’s song
But a prouder man, a truer man
Will watch over the smile of a radiant star
– Then, lonely earth spirit, light up your heart
For Christmas is no longer far.
And if you think deeper, you will realise
He did not come to die, but to open up our eyes
To Life, to love, to a new reason to strive.
Breathe again, wilted human flowers – and rise…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
The drums of war are sounding
The dead are readying to dance a dirge
Upon the graves of the living
Quarrelling woman to Solomon has spoken
If I won’t have world peace my way
Then tear the child to pieces
Those who crave world dominion
Are set to fight to the end to end
The culture of mixed opinions
The world grows dark with worry
And mothers clutch their babes to their breasts
And lovers fear what tomorrow will bring.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 