Bad Daylight is an angry poem.

Bad Daylight is an angry poem.
by Raf Custers Wednesday July 05, 2000 at 03:01 PM

It shows a country at war (Angola in 1991).and refugees fleeing war. They encounter frontiers, bureaucrats, selection procedures and prisons. But there's solidarity as well and people claiming papers for all. The author is in it, waisting his right to speak, and mister Koor is in it too, lowering his voice to basement-level.

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The Bad Daylight Song
Whenever someone did not pay
they phoned me on my mobile
I went there with my baseballbat
it only took a short while
I scared these bums vendetta-stile
law-and-order-mercenary

They called me names
like filthy dog
no need of head or brain
and then I got this splendid chance
to work on the border chain

I hang above this transport chain
there's flesh under my nose
all kinds of flesh like rich or blonde
my own breed I suppose
they carry passports
I leave them be
the orders of my bosses

I've been called names
like filthy dog
but I only do my chain-job
there's not so many jobs around
I do as I've been told

When I spread bad daylight around
this human flesh is filtered
like blacklight spots all forged ID's
nightgoggles spot the enemy
the rich they pass
the poor fly home
handcuffed or in a coffin

I've been called names
like dog of war
a soldier for my kingdom
No mercy for these foreign bums
Who do our nation harm

arch/ive/ief (2000 - 2005)