Poems of change
The poems of change…corner
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By Max Horstink
way out of the perimeter
far beyond the lie
where mountains drown anonymously in spectral skies
moss spreads green sensations on granite walls
water wrinkles immaculate rings
below perpetual cascades in limpid streams
…
that´s where I´ll find you
hidden in truth
that´s where I´ll meet you
ready to move
…
we shall take back virtue
and reinstate respect
we´ll show them the force of nature
will not tolerate neglect
…
as the cool wind gently caresses my mind
I get ready for the battle against my kind
By Max Horstink
From the robot the beggar and the artist
Walk the line for petty cash
Between angry cars and years of scars
When the lights turn from green to red
And his planes dangle from a stick
Recycling cans is his trick
And the beggar sweats a blanket thick
As the windows stay put
Their heads turn in sync
Back towards the red barrier brink
By Max Horstink
You are only human
You are 200,000 years old
You are now modern
or so I´ve been told
From the times of ancient Greece
through war-torn seasons
to societies in peace
you´ve committed treason
The treason of the sexes
The treason of the Church
Petty treason
For treason we search
The treason of the common
The treason of the skin
The treason of the mind
The treason within
The populist hands out
the Sakharov Prize
to the hero so stout
only after his demise
From the Age of Enlightenment
past the Civil Rights Act
through the Millennium Goals
back to hell and back
The violations of law
confine the Mothers to the Square
Anti-gay laws
in Russia beware.
Malala´s education
as the Untouchables sigh
The small farmer´s marginalisation
in the Age of Why
Can we break through
“l´histoire se répète”?
Could we breach that vicious circle
can we make that bet?
The poem above was made in contribution to Blog Action Day 2013. The theme that year was human rights.
By Max Horstink
I wave to the child
Gaping up to me from under arms she hides
I am still smiling when she is out of sight
And drones run a country wild
and the Minister will not apologise
for his cash untaxed accidentally caught flight
And while the waiter makes my chest feel warm
with a just a mite of attention
A belief is born
in a part of the world where hearts are torn
where lives change within the hour
and the boy counts the petals of a flower
Between the ashes of a concrete tower
and nothing will stop him from moving ahead
for his indifference will stand him in good stead
And the debauched politician mutters sobering words
of promises of security and theories unheard
While the man abandons his cigarette butt
right on the foundation of society´s gut
And while the people decide on abstruse matters of state
A bird flies across the borders of hate
over mountain springs and wildly colourful things
past a leopard licking her young
tangling with a butterfly dancing in the sun
And the banks are lending out your money dear
so big business can grow year by year
and appoint football players as global ambassador
while the scores reveal a political massacre
And I smile as I watch the children play
And I smile as we live another day
life is what you make it, it´s all ok
we were not made to last…anyway
By Max Horstink
I am the plastic
I roam the seven seas
I am the hand that feeds
Use me once
Come on, use me once
Fill me up, don´t you stop
I am the plastic
Love me one time
You don´t care
Dump me baby
Anywhere
Take me to the woods
Hear the seagull pry
Cowardly up the blue sky
Don´t worry none
I will carry the goods
I am the plastic
Love me one time
You don´t care
Dump me baby
Anywhere
Let me blow in the wind
I have a thousand lives
Love me two times
How lucky I cry
Go on, dump me then
I am invincible
I am the plastic
Fill me up, don´t you stop
I am the plastic
Love me one time
You don´t care
Dump me baby
Anywhere
Drag drag drag
It´s just a small affair
Don´t you tell me it´s not fair
I am the plastic
You need me there
You need me there
I am the plastic
By Max Horstink
You ask me to change
But what can I do?
You ask me to care
But can you see me through?
You say we squander the land
But I´m just a man
You say I don´t understand
But I do what I can
You say we heat the sky
And that’s a terrible sin
You say we need to try
To change from within
Yet I see the birds and the trees
Like they´ve always been here
I see the river change its course
Like ever before
The rain still comes down
Washing our sins away
The frost makes the sidewalk
As slippery as yesterday
So stand up and lead me
To your immaculate truth
No need to beat me
I long lost my youth
“Mountain of words”
By Max Horstink
Every day I die a little
Coming down from the mountain
Into the common plain
Every minute I wait for resurrection
A flicker in the iris
A touch of poetry
A sudden caress
Every while I live
Surrounded by words
However absurd
Lifting me up
And when the light breaks through
The sphere of my solitude
It is though I never left the summit
I don’t look down
Not for a second
I don’t wait for the climax
I watch the words
In all their colours
All their forms
I shout them out, I take them in
Until they vanish, slowly
One by one
Unnoticeable
Unregarded
Do they die a little too?
Or are they hidden in the mountain
I cannot find
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