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Proverbs 30:12 

12 There is a generation who are pure in their own eyes
and yet are not washed from their filthiness.

 

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Having all you can do ... close to overloaded.

Doing the best you can ... on the street called fatality.

In inheriting a deep piercing ... in expression of the goaded

where the level of expectation ... brings depression’s finality.

 

As you can give it now ... distributed in small portions.

Quality diminishing through artificial light

Only a ghost now left ... of original intensions,

fighting feeble skirmishes ... in the loss of what is right.

 

Never recognizing defeat ... as the war is history.

Not even one battle shows ... the cost you overpaid.

An endless repeat of progressive human misery

that makes the “good” rattle ... in dimensions called “afraid”.

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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