Thousands of eyes are watching
And thousands of lungs hold their breath
Standing by the sidelines
Till none of them are left
The past is there to learn from
Each year we honour it
Our forebears spinning in their graves
And shake their bony heads
Destined to repeat the cycle
Eternally anew
With suffering for most of us
And profits for the few
So by all means do carry on
Stick your heads in crimson sand
Sleep soundly now, keep dreaming
This won't affect our motherlands.. .
© Iris Overdijk 2025
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