I emptied my mind of all thoughts
and closed my eyes for a few seconds.
Immediately I saw the image of Holland.
I sighed, and though
I didn't want to write about Holland,
I began to list words that would describe
for others what it must be like
to live time alone in Holland.
The words came -- desolate, unbearable,
a struggle for breath and life,
an assault on body and mind,
a seemingly endless experience of hell.
Then from the bowels
of my soul the words began to take shape.
Still today, a red, white and blue
horizontal flag hang
Just outside the palace
of the great Amsterdam, Holland
The flag signifying a liberal Europe, for all.
The Morocco's, the Turk's,
the poorer class of white eastern European,
the polish's, those seeking asylum,
and the Indian's read their bibles and came,
and soon Holland became a segregated land.

The political powers,
decided the rules that best supports Holland,
and the ALACTONE's must support,
and abide by the rules of a country
that has taken a stand on abortion,
legalized Euthanasia, assisted suicide,
legalised murder, prostitution,
cannabis, and the holocaust of babies.
The minorities reports
are so great that they rather live among each other,
but the rule's stated
that everyone has to live by the Dutchman rules,
and learn the language,
a language with no dialects,
no grammatical rules,
that neither the born Dutch man can live by.
The minorities are forced into segregation by politics
By rules and suddenly the minorities start feeling
that their new liberal government has turned into the devil,
soul-keepers that seek to suck the soul out of them.
Some fled to their muskets
for a good praying to their Allah,
some to the famous red-light district, not for a scenery visit,
but looking for jobs to sell their flesh,
and their souls for twenty Eros a visit.
if you have time and change to spend.

THE END