La mia seconda canzone preferita è sempre di Peter Gabriel ed è Wallflower. Oltretutto la trovo perfetta per questo giorno, il giorno della memoria, perchè è il racconto di prigionia fatto dalla parte di un prigioniero. Gabriel dal vivo la dedica ad altri prigionieri, ad altre guerre. Quando si parla di guerre le dinamiche purtroppo sono sempre le stesse, i prigionieri anche, le vite spese e mandate al macero anche.
Anche questa ho avuto la fortuna di sentirla dal vivo e proprio di fortuna si tratta, visto che praticamente non l’ha mai eseguita se non in un paio di occasioni. Se 25 anni fa me lo avessero detto non ci avrei creduto. E invece…
Alla fine della canzone Peter dice: And I will say to you I will do what I can do.
L’unica cosa che possiamo fare per ricordare le vittime dell’Olocausto è continuare a parlarne, non dimenticare…
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor you got damp in the bed
They’re trying to get you crazy – get you out of your head
They feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defences, no compromise
Nothing you can do, the day can be long
Your mind is working overtime, your body’s not too strong
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out – the light burns your eyes
To the talking room – it’s no surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath
They tell you – how to behave, behave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing there’s no way to respond
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
And you face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
They sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see your road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
