Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Het geweten van ons land


Bij gebrek aan basis
allen pseudo-intellectueel
het zal je nog verbazen
hoeveel of dat er grazen
zeer grijs in het gareel
om niet te verschieten
of uit de toon te vallen
van de burostoel dansen
tot betonnen koeienstallen
en graaiend in getalen
getallen die bevallen
ze brallen rallend, carnavallen
tot de grote koe kaal in de wei
-het is geen sprookje'echt heus waar'-
haar eigen vlaai staat op te vreten
een kale kont met doorloop
scheten
het geweten van ons land
dat staat in brand of aan de kant;
'hup holland hup! ! '

Madrason 29 11 2013

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013

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