Thursday, April 23, 2015

Money Song

Whatever money is
Property it never is
It has no prejudice, no eyes
Full objectivity makes wise

Money is ignorant
Within an instant,
Money flows to the bulk of money
Its one variation is currency

Could money cure us from racism?
Maybe, because it makes no schism
Is money without real value?
Or is it impartial and true?

All I think, now we have no respect
And that makes us full of neglect



Saturday, February 28, 2015

Improvisation

Bottom-up theater
Actors make the play
In a way, democratic theater
The producer chooses from their play

Actors may bring their story
May not know each word by heart
The producer then moulds the story
Brought outside what lives in the heart


Thursday, February 5, 2015

Boerenkool

Until the eighties,
The Dutch had a healthy diet
Season's vegetables & berries
Though the food press kept quiet

The Dutch weren't overweight
In those days of unmodified food
Grown on soil, in open air, as should
Not under glass and on a plastic plate

Food is prone to fashion
I admire & curse those making fortune
On our basic provision
Even when false may be their tune

Curly cale is a winter vegetable
Typically grown on snow land
Vitamins & minerals on your table
In Michelle Obama's garden at hand

I heard there's insatiable demand
In America, of all places
For a cale that once wasn't grand
Not seen at parties for snooty faces

Now comes a swan with high styling
The times they change
It wasn't an ugly duckling
It just looked a bit strange



Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Paranormal

I'm bound to say a thing
Not everyone will appreciate
A knowledge realm, though working
Not flawlessly within our fate,
It's a living, existing force
A genuine human work horse

It's part of another aspect
Of humanity we shouldn't neglect
There's science, there's religious text
Yet, this third pillar not all respect
It's been put to shame
Let's restore it to (more) fame

It's mostly part of the female mind
Ok, only some of them
Too bad, even women have declined
Their own gem
That may distinguish them from
Many others in the human kingdom

Maybe the 'spirits' use them
For their own ambition
And maybe some of them
Miss talent & inspiration
Like some scholars & scientists
Who were failures or antagonists

This realm is called clairvoyance
Also I took my chance
Even the police consult them
At this place, why not thank them
For anything that could ease
A wandering mind in clouded seas



Thursday, January 15, 2015

Cher Charlie Hebdo, voici pourquoi les gens sages restent neutres

Surtout, mes condoléances à vous


Ayant dit ça,

Il faut ajouter quelque chose.

Impossible de nier,

Que la France fait part

Des pays autoritaires et patriarcales

En Europe.

Alors vous n'avez aucun droit,

AUCUN, de dire un seul mot

A l'égard de l'Islam

La 'tolérance' et la 'liberté'

De la France sont présentes

Dans mon arbre généalogique:

Tout ceux persécutés par vos ancêtres

Y sont présents.

Et non seulement des français,

Egalement des allemands et portugais.

Alors, s'il vous plait,

Silencez-vous, vraiment. C'est plus beau

Moi aussi, étant néerlandaise,

Je tâche à me taire, à ce sujet.

Les Pays Bas, avec leurs crimes de guerre

En Indonésie, n'ont pas de droit de parler.

Ni de justice,

Et ni de liberté.

Sans doute, vous ne savez pas

Qu'ici, insulter le Roi de ce pays,

Résulte en cinq ans d'emprisonnement

C'est, hélas, la vérité.

Et après tous ses crimes de guerre

En Palestine, Algérie, à l'Iraq, l'Afghanistan,

Les tortures au Guantanamo,

L'Occident n'a aucun droit

De parler. Vraiment!

Pensez toujours à cette verse

De la Sainte Bible:

Ceux sans péchés, jetez la première pierre

Rien ne décrit cette situation-ci mieux.

Et veuillez lire les versets Coraniques

2:178, 17:33 et 60:8

Pour mieux comprendre que ce qu'ont fait

Ces terroristes: c'est contre l'Islam.

Et plus.

Je veux qu'un dessin polémique me fasse penser

Non seulement aux autres, mais aussi à moi

Et surtout, qu'il me fasse (sou)rire.

Et n'oubliez pas la douleur

Des parents de deux frères

Entrés en crime

Et tués à cette route malheureuse.


Je vous salue et vous souhaite le mieux,

Hajar Mulder