30 October 2023, Limburg
‘No one is a bastard!’
She roared in the darkness of the canyon.
It does not matter who your mother is,
All they had to do, was listened to their god and carried out their task.
What matters, what really matters, is:
They both have one father, a very earthy one.
In this game, whether legitimate or not,
You have a part to play.
You cannot grow, how hard you try,
Even a tiny vine, watered with blood and soiled with money.
This ongoing war is not the answer to your heart,
In this distraction, you only strengthen your own inner demons,
Sooner or later, are going to cast you,
Into the mouth of a thirsty abyss,
Into that sacred-hostile desert.
Time is running out,
Children are still hungry,
Vulture can feed somewhere else,
Come back home!
Your heart has no gate to shut,
Think of the starving sheep and goats,
You need more wine than opium,
Peace does not come with beating drums,
Peace is already here. The bully has never won a fight,
And the bloodthirsty always drinks from the sea…
She roared again:
‘Let the labourers of that bomb factory retire!
Let them plant more olive trees instead!
Let them sway and salute the Heaven!
The rain will follow by itself.