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#poezie

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Marjolein Rotsteeg

Zondag 30 maart mag ik tijdens het altijd opwekkende theaterprogramma 'De Verjaardag Van Anja' in Gigant, Apeldoorn iets vertellen over haiku én een aantal van mijn eigen haiku (met humor/een kwinkslag) voordragen. Aanvang: 14.30 uur.

Tickets zijn GRATIS , maar je moet wel reserveren via onderstaande link. En VOL = VOL: 👇🏽

gigant.nl/evenement/de-verjaar

GIGANT | Filmtheater | Poppodium | Cursushuis | Cafe | ApeldoornDe verjaardag van Anja | Evenementen | GIGANT | ApeldoornBeleef de leukste evenementen van GIGANT! Bekijk ons interessante evenementenprogramma en bestel gemakkelijk en meteen je tickets online.
#haiku#theater#poezie
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Reino

[#RandomPoem 407]

You and we will never be brothers
Not by our motherlands, nor our mothers
[...]
We have no fear in our eyes,
Even without weapons we are a menace.
We grew up and became brave
While we are targeted by snipers.
The executioners pushed us to our knees;
We rose up and corrected that.
[...]
You are getting new orders,
But here we burn the fires of revolt.
You have the Czar, we have Democracy,
You and we will never be brothers.

[Anastasia Dmitruk]

We will never be brothers You and we will never be brothers Not by our motherlands, nor our mothers You lack the spirit to be free We will not be even your stepsiblings. You have christened yourself "the elder brothers," We're fine being the younger, just not yours. You are a multitude but, sadly, faceless. You are vast, but we are great. You press us, you toil, You will choke yourself on your envy. Liberty is a word you do not know, You from childhood are chained in shackles. At home you say "silence is golden," But in our hands burn Molotov cocktails, In our heart flows burning blood, What sort of blind "family" are you to us? We have no fear in our eyes, Even without weapons we are a menace. We grew up and became brave While we are targeted by snipers. The executioners pushed us to our knees; We rose up and corrected that. Pointlessly the rats hide and pray, They will be washed in their own blood. You are getting new orders, But here we burn the fires of revolt. You have the Czar, we have Democracy, You and we will never be brothers. [Anastasia Dmitruk]
#poetry#poezie
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Reino

[#RandomPoem 329]

Running Orders

They call us now,
before they drop the bombs.
[...]
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
[...]
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
[...]
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
[...]
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are.
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

[Lena Khalaf Tuffaha]

Running Orders They call us now, before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” [...] I think, Do I know any Davids in Gaza? They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war-time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are. Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run. [Lena Khalaf Tuffaha]
#poetry#poezie
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