Homeland
There is a dark cloud
Looming over you
Fair weather is out of sight
But I won’t forget you
Not even for a moment
Your sorrow
Your joy
Your hope
They are parts of me
Like my hands and feet
* * * *
The New World
You are a beacon
You represent hope
You embody Public Reason
But you are not without contradiction
You can be belligerent
Even a menace to humanity
As if, you need to be reminded
Who you really are
And brought back to it
Alas, you are not perfect
But you have been a good surrogate parent
* * * *
The Conflict
When your parents fight
There are no winners
They may pressure you
To choose sides
But you just can’t
One may well be
More at fault than the other
But you better hope for peace
Reconciliation and better relations
Because when your parents fight
There are no winners
-Rotterdam, Netherlands
