A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
I have a problem
With tall ships
Of the wooden kind
As I tend to hear
The cries of slaves
From their bellies
Craftsmanship
Naval bravery
Nor maritime history
All that VOC jazz
Proudly sailing the seas
Can not divert me
From my déjà vu
The rotten smell of evil
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1.3.11 / 1pm
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8.6.12 / 6pm
Indeed – and truly we should NOT forget, lest such an atrocity happen again in our world…
8.6.12 / 8pm
You’re right, we shouldn’t. Thanks, Melody! 🙂
8.7.12 / 12pm
Brilliant poem. I was very moved when I read it. It’s very deep and meaningful.
8.7.12 / 12pm
So it is. Thank you!
8.8.12 / 1pm
Tjonge…..wat een beeld zeg!
Fraai verwoord. Back in time…..
Jelou
8.8.12 / 1pm
Omdat ik korte gedichten (13 regels) schrijf moet ik het van een krachtig beeld en een verrassende of pakkende gedachte hebben. Je kwalitatieve reaktie doet me heel veel. Dank je wel, Jelou! xox 🙂
8.8.12 / 2pm
I read this twice…all that VOC jazz proudly sailing seas…cannot divert me…powerful. Brings to mind the movie Amistad…very well written, very well done. Sharing on twitter and facebook
8.8.12 / 2pm
Exactly. Fantastic! Thanks, Boomie!
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