Idealism is an ideology that supposes you believing in human goodness. No matter how many wars you’ve seen on Livestream, you need to believe that there are good people everywhere… they just want to be free and thrive.
I fell in love with yellow fields and skies of blue
The cities with their wide avenues and tragic histories
I fell in love with a nation
Whose perseverance could teach us thing or two
I fell in love with a nation that is known for its troubles
… but then again
I always been attracted to the troubled ones
The best of times
Never quite happened
Will they make it through the worst of times?
So TV tells me of revolutions and/or coups
Of the brave, the treasonous
About annexations, referendums, the separatists, the nationalists, the terrorists and the crimes
And it seems, everybody’s in the wrong
(but those are not the people I know…
That is not the country I know…)
They speak of strategic interests, treaties and unpretty histories
They fingerpoint the blame…
None of this I ever wanted to see happen
Especially to a place I love so
Idealism supposes people are inherently good. Everything can end up well, if they are given a chance.
I fell in love with troubled places
And they seem almost gone now
And I knew the history was always tragic
And I know that history is never at side of the people
I knew that all
… but I was hoping it might be different this time around
That they may get a pass, a chance
Idealism tells us a lot about how the world should be… but how to believe it in worst of times?
And if I ever get a chance
To go back again
It will be too different
If that times comes
Will it be still possible
To hope for the best of times?
(or at least for better days to come)
For us and especially for them
Won’t we all turn bitter?
This is my open letter
To the people
Let’s preserve one more time
So there is somebody to tell the tale
In my heart
I got a pain for a nation
In my head picturesque memories
And a tune about a barricade of burning tires… that didn’t let the wild dogs in…