Why do judge people?
Why do we?
Why does popular and not popular exist?
Why does Nice and mean?
Why is this world all black and white?
Why do we even compare?
Myself now is judging but I find it quite mean.
Myself is now judging but,
Why could this ever be?
Just because I am shy am I not popular?
What does that word even mean?
Oh seriously get rid of those judging words and everybody be equal,
everybody be the same,
We don't need to say,
"He's not my friend because he's fat!"
Or anything related to that!
No slim, No tall, Not any of those at all!
And may I ask how would you feel if somebody did call you one of those?

 I once had a "Kartoffel",
It fell down the stairs,
Oh my poor "Kartoffel",
Who even dares,
to snactch the "Tomate", 
and strike the "Banane"!

The only problem was that my dear fragile "Salate",
got split in half,
by that daring "Apfel",
Singing "My dead Calf"

The daring "Apfel",
was "Tomate's" best friend,
but "Banane" didn't like him,
And we had a slightly kill.

My poor "Kartoffel",
fell down the stairs,
My "Tomate" and "Banane",
got snatched and killed,
My dear "Salate",
got split in half,
My  daring "Apfel",
was the only alive.

(Check the german dictionary if you are having problems understanding the name of the fruits and vegetables)

I once  had a car,
that went so far,
and I was unable,
to learn the times table

And when I,
wanted a pie,
I could not eat,
something like meat.

Mum went to space,
to sketch the face,
of my grandma,
and my grandpa.

 Max and Alex were both King Lato and Queen Lata's grandchildren.They were both twins and they were equal at everything. There was nothing one could do better than the other.  The only problem they both had is that they could not support each other and thought each other as the best. Whenever they went swimming, Max said:
"I can swim better than you Alex!!! You are so bad and slow!"
However, Alex wasn't happy with that and didn't give up easily:
"It's you the slow poke, rotten turtle! You're nothing but it's shell!"
"You call me a Rotten turtle? wait to see yourself in the mirror pig-like-troll!"
"Repeat-"
"Stop calling yourselves names! You are both the same!" their mum would shout tired of them discussing.
Like that it would always happen.

Dedicated to the ZOA orphanage and all the children working out there.


In the deep,dark night,
Children cry,
All across the world,
Children die.
Even in bright daylight,
They try,
To break free,
Of the chains,
Pining pains,
Storms and rains.
The storm of child labour,
Causes cries in the night,
Children fight,
Some no older then ten.
Some live in no more than a den.
To save them,will anybody try?
These thoughts,they make me cry.
But with nowhere to hide,
And with nowhere to run,
No place for games,
No place for fun,
Their only security is in their minds,
Thinking of ways to break free of the binds.
Will anybody release them?
It's hard to say.
But I bet you no child will be rescued today.
Charities and donations,they can aid,
But can they clean up the mess that's been made?