Without me - admiring you
But I keep on wondering why
Grandma, grandpa and you too,
Had to suffer all this time
For your country and your name
All that’s left for me is rhyme
For The Hague it’s just a game
Never bowed down for Japan
Even though you were their slave
Stood up straight and were a man
Kicked, denied but always brave
What I learnt from you is pride
Never waste a crumb of bread
Never fear and never hide
“Please be strong when I am dead”
I’ll put flowers on your grave
Twenty-five thousand, and some more
Is this thanks for all you gave?
Deserved better, that’s for sure.
Let them wallow in their shame,
Think this is the final word
I will carry on your flame
And make sure you will be heard!
© Anneke van de Casteele
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