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Not alone
by Maddy
Its spring and tourist flock from near and far
To witness true beauty, of a landscape wrapped around the
Precious whispers of thousands of tulips, and windmills.
Yes, they came to witness, and indulged in beauty
But only for the moment, then they were gone again
Forever, taking the beauty in the eye of their souls, and leaving
Only Foot prints in the western sand only to be trampled over
Again, and again by yet another just passing through.
But what about the people who lived there?
A controversialist Theo van Gogh
Pim Fortuyn a campaigner against Islam
Ayaan Hirsi Ali, van Gogh's partner in authoring anti-Islamic films,
Ayaan Hirsi a political opportunist,
an inflammatory demagogue, campaigning feminist.
The Moroccan, the Suriname, the Turks, the Spanish
The Italians, the Indonesians
The millions who now live here.
The millions who have added vastly
To the beauty of a muli-cultural land
The millions who will speak the Dutch language
And save the language from its own death.
They didn't come to witness a tulip beauty
Didn't come to leave foot prints
They came to live, they came to die
They came for freedom,for wings
to flutter around sweet memories
They came to embrace Holland
They came to embrace liberty.
THE END
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