“We have to see that closing borders, discriminating others and not being able to share will be the death of our society – whereas a loving attitude, peaceful thoughts and connecting each other will safe the whole planet.” Wie diese “Vorrede” zeigt, ist das Lied von einem tiefen Ethos getragen. Zudem ist es musikalisch sehr schön, speziell auch das Oboenspiel der Sängerin und Komponistin. Es lohnt, den Text mitzulesen

The 62 richest billionaires own as much wealth as the poorer half of the world’s population. We, the first world inhabitants, have to face that we lived on the expenses of the poorest way too long. Our way of consumption made them suffer as it will make us suffer, if we don’t try to make a change. We have to understand our part in the game and how we are the cause of the impact! We have to see that closing borders, discriminating others and not being able to share will be the death of our society – whereas a loving attitude, peaceful thoughts and connecting each other will safe the whole planet. We have to face our invisible slaves – and set them free…

Oboe and voice – Miriam Green
Piano and voice – Katja Khodos
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INVISIBLE SLAVES
There was a man who sailed to sea, To harvest fish in water, Awaited by his anxious family, Two sons and yet a little daughter. The sea was rough and sharp the waves, Common into the tide, There were no shells, no guarding caves, Where he could rest, rest or try to hide. He saw that many other boats, With people on a journey just like his, Some of them proud in noble coats, For they believed in victory and bliss. But from above the biting rain, Was hailing down like spears, Inside this crowd and though alone, He cried a thousand forlorn tears. I was there too in deep sea blue, Safe in a submarine, Surrounded by my able crew, I lived a life like kings and queens. My pretty hands are clean no stains of blood, But my mind knows guilt i’d say, Beware to see, but we should know, What happens on the surface day by day. Compassion is the word we’re looking for…