Poems & Song Lyrics
The Songs, Poems and Writings of Maurice Allen Lee

A Symphony of Brotherhood
By M. A. Lee and S. Beuting, (Melody/“America the Beautiful“)
Duisburg, 22.01.2021
A Symphony of Brotherhood
Unending Melody
Hearts and minds in harmony
Still freedom our Refrain
A Symphony of Brotherhood
A new song we will sing
With ears that hear and eyes that see
Let our voices Ring
Our hearts and minds in harmony
Let our voices ring
A new song we will sing
I Bless the Year
By Maurice Ąllen Lee
(For Daughter Glorias' Birthday)
I bless the year you came to Earth
To make our hearts softer
To fill up our lives with mirth
And say „Hey, Love one another"
There can only be one you
There can never be another
And I would say the very same
Of your sisters and your brother
I always will recall with joy
Your mischievous childish laughter
Fall on your nose then come up smiling
Somewhat like your father
Dear, I never wanted to depart
And leave you feeling like a loner
But Im proud that you got through it all
The battle has made you stronger
So may the songs of praise we used to sing
In times of stormy weather
lift you up and in your heart ring
Both now and everafter
Victims of Ourselves
By Maurice Allen Lee / 01.01.2021
The warm cloak of silence must be discarded
Let the cold winds of truth pierce our hearts
All that we see cannot be disregarded
We are Victims of Ourselves
ANC CIA KGB MOSSAD
FBI REVOLUTIONARY GUARD masquarade as a fairy tale
Still to me it seems to be
We are Victims of Ourselves
Nobody forced me to eat that stuff
That made me so obese
There were other simple things
Like rice und greens und beans
Its called „ The Majesty of Choice"
Of Liberty and Speech
Standing empty in“ The Land of Plenty „
As Victims of Ourselves
The Hutus blame the Tutsi
The whites blame the blacks
The Jews blame the Germans
The East blames the west
Nairobi blames Tiagra
The North blames the South
Karl Marx vs. Adam Smith
But we are Victims of Ourselves
Some should be praying down on their knees
Instead of demonstrating out in the street
But being less intetested in souls than in sales
We are Victims of Ourselves
Confusing abundance with excess
Success becomes oppression
But theres no going back to the former
We are Victims of Ourselves

Keinen Frieden
Ich finde keinen Frieden hier in meinem Herzen
Auch wenn der König des Friedens hineinkehrte als ich Kind war
Was ich denke Ja auch was ich fühle sind oftmals zweierlei
Einerseits „ brennt alles nieder“ Anderen sagen „ a change will come"
Und so geht es mir immer weiter mal auf und dann mal ab
Auch in Bezug auf rationales Denken doch Ich finde hier keinen Frieden
Und behaupte ich zu wissen nicht nur Dinge zu glauben
Denn Wunder habe ich gesehen Und zwar mit eigenen Augen
Zwischen Überfluss und Überdauern Mauern im Kopf und in Magen
Auf Besuch im Garten versucht verflucht Warum gibt es hier keinen Frieden
Die Welt hat sich nicht geändert Trotz Epidemie und Plage
Stattdessen drehen sie sich umher immer mehr und immer gewagter
die Größen Firmen verfugen über mehr Rechte als wir die kleinen Menschen
Darum können sie mit ein Lächeln im Gesicht „Nächstes Jahr wird besser “, sagen
Nachts , nach verzweifeltes Beten und Tränen Lege ich mich endlich mal hin
Doch Schlafen kann Mann dass wirklich nicht nennen Mein Kampf geht weiter
Ich hab immer noch eine leise Hoffnung Gottes Himmelreich zur erlangen
Doch solange der Feind unbenannt bleibt, Weiß ich ,finde ich Keinen Frieden
Christians
2020
Dropping Bombs on other people
Plundering foriegn Lands
Standing Idyley by and watching
Children die in their mothers hands
Go to church on Sunday
Sleep until offering time
Give a dime and sing in chime
We are Christians
Armed with automatic weapons
We say we trust in god
To love our fellow man as brother
Mere words or just a fassad ?
Five-hundred years hard labour
Was the sentence for being black
No records were kept no amount of the debt
Owe no man anything it says to the Christians
Yes we cheat on our taxes
And hide it wherever we can
How else can we pay for our mansions
And afford our decadence ?
Oh we claim to know holy scriptures
But that's more fiction than fact
Still we feel we deserve and poccess the nerve
Pat ourselves on the back Sunday Christians
Thomas Jefferson spawned eight children
With a black slave woman
Is this not then considered perversion
For they counted her less than human ?
And where are the names of the people of color
Who came with Colombus aboard the Mayflower ?
Constitutional Rights excluded
Promises remain unfullfilled
We had no representation
For the Independence Declaration
From Dred Scott to Emmet Till
No forty acres and still no mule
Oh oh what did he say
Was it something about being „ gay" ?
Now you can forgive almost anything
Even murder of Abel by Cain
And though it is written God loved the whole world
In John Chapter three verse sixteen
However we never forgive this one thing
And one day a week we are Christians