Sie sahen nicht weg,
aber sie sagen mich auch nicht
wirklich an.
Augen wie Mauern,
die nichts sagen
und doch alles wissen.
Kein Wort fiel,
un doch spürte ich,
wie Sätze
......
He stood at the podium,
a storm wrapped in a suit,
spitting slogans like bullets
into the open wound of a nation.
Truth became a hostage.
Facts were bent,then broken.
History shook in its boots
as deceny was dragged from the room,
one tweet at a time.
......
He did not arrive with silence.
He came with noise,
a clamor of certainty
in place of thought.
Walls rose,
not just for borders
but between people,
between truth and spectacle.
Democracy,
......
Hulle het nie weggekyk nie,
maar ook nie regtig na my nie.
Oë soos mure,
wat niks sê nie
maar alles weet.
Geen woorde is gespreek nie,
tog het ek gevoel
hoe sinne
in my rug geskryf word.
......
My fourteen year old daughter was the star of a children's TV show.
But because she grew large breasts, they decided to let her go.
They said that because of her growth spurt, it would be inappropriate for her to be on a children's show.
They said they were sure that I would understand but I was furious and I said "Hell no".
I said that it was discrimination and it was an immoral reason for firing my teenage daughter.
She was more than willing to sue because of the morals that my wife and I have taught her.
It was wrong to fire her because of mother nature 's handiwork and the judge agreed.
My daughter was awarded ten million dollars, that was what the judge decreed.
We didn't sue because of the money, we sued to stand up to their discrimination.
When I say that they didn't get away with what they did, it's not an exaggeration.
......
A golden tower rises,
not from merit,but illusion.
He speaks,and the crowd sways,
not from wisdom,but spectacle.
Facts bruise his ego,
so they are cast aside
like leaves in a storm
of self-declared greatness.
......
He stood at the podium,
a storm wrapped in a suit,
spitting slogans like bullets
into the open wound of a nation.
Truth became a hostage.
Facts were bent,then broken.
History shook in its boots
as deceny was dragged from the room,
one tweet at a time.
......
He did not arrive with silence.
He came with noise,
a clamor of certainty
in place of thought.
Walls rose,
not just for borders
but between people,
between truth and spectacle.
Democracy,
......
Het begint niet met schreeuwen
maar met blikken die te lang blijven hangen
vragen die geen nieuwsgierigheid dragen
maar oordeel,verpakt in beleefdheid.
Je loopt door straten
alsof je geschiedenis op je voorhoofd draagt,
alsof elke voetstap echo's wekt
van namen die vergeten moesten worden
maar nooit werden vergeten.
......
Hulle het nie weggekyk nie,
maar ook nie regtig na my nie.
Oë soos mure,
wat niks sê nie
maar alles weet.
Geen woorde is gespreek nie,
tog het ek gevoel
hoe sinne
in my rug geskryf word.
......