De rivier was altijd daar.
Een kronkel door het groen,
een stem in het landschap
die zelden verhief.
Tot zij opstond.
Niet als waarschuwing,
maar als muur van water,
onstuitbaar,
zonder richting of genade.
......
A fent in the huge, rain-blooded gourd
of heaven pukes Deluge and dirt
upon these lands...
Angry heavens spit violently
downwards, towards hidden collieries of
harlotry — accompanied by Deluge and
white rage — satins of gold-lined thrones
become whited sepulchral flags.
Disconsolate clouds above us
Wince at the rib-image cracks of lightning.
Billowing smokes of ashes eddy at the
Foot of this huge necropolis, replete with hate.
We mourn the loss of lustres ...
This Waste!
With insidious revelry, rodomontade of
Stripped masquerades besiege the crevices of our brook;
Our daughters, near insane, eviscerate themselves of
Enlarged yolk...
......
The beautiful days were here again, as sunshine lit blue skies,
And I was happy with my work, which had seldom held surprise.
My job entailed overseeing, the raising of national monuments,
So that all could remember, a gilded past's glorious moments!
Today we were raising a statue, of one beloved national hero.
This caused media and fanfare, like sighting a sunset rainbow.
The crowds came out to watch, but were kept at a safe distance,
......
Wars make devils gladly dance,
Men have become their pawns,
Peace and love, God can enhance
But, men deny Him a chance.
-
Blood, blood, and everywhere blood,
Devil is clever with a cunning head,
Dear God, let wars be totally dead,
Due to war, only disasters flood.
-
......
De rivier was altijd daar.
Een kronkel door het groen,
een stem in het landschap
die zelden verhief.
Tot zij opstond.
Niet als waarschuwing,
maar als muur van water,
onstuitbaar,
zonder richting of genade.
......
De zee keerde om.
Niet plotseling,
maar met de trage woede
die alleen de oceaan kent.
Wat begon als een feest-
zeilen snijdend door zout licht,
bemannigen jagend op wind en horizon-
eindigde in stemmen
die stierven onder schreeuwende luchten.
......
The sea turned.
Not suddenly,
but with the slow violence
only the ocean understands.
What began in celebration-
sails cutting through salt light,
crews chasing wind and horizon-
endend in voices lost
beneath screaming skies.
......
Devil is war,
Evil acts are done,
Nil is peace,
Peril is severe,
Uphill is life,
Ill-deeds happen,
Thrill is lost,
Will is so bad,
"Kill" is its motto,
Fulfill deadly acts,
......
Wars make devils gladly dance,
Men have become their pawns,
Peace and love, God can enhance
But, men deny Him a chance.
-
Blood, blood, and everywhere blood,
Devil is clever with a cunning head,
Dear God, let wars be totally dead,
Due to war, only disasters flood.
-
......