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Poems of Joke Kaviaar

Joke Kaviaar
(Joke Kaviaar is a Dutch human rights activist and political poet. Who is facing 6 months of jail sentence. In recent years she has been struggling for equal human rights to ‘people-without-papers’. The state of the Netherlands sees her -therefore- as a threat to homeland security and forced her to censor all her poetry and art work. She – of course – refused, but is now facing prison for not complying to the call for self-censorship on her art work. The state wants to criminalize her words and actions under the term ‘intent to terrorism’. This is yet another instance of severe violation of principles of free speech and basic human rights. Ironically in the Netherlands, the country that hosts the human rights tribunal in The Hague. These poems were originally written in Dutch and translated by poet herself. — Editor)

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Write it – Ignite it!

Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
You better shut up – or we’ll lock you up

It is time to define we got the right to incite
Call out! Call out! Call out! Call out!

We gotta write it – ignite it
Burn the prosecution
and the ministry of justice!

We gotta light it and fight it
Burn down the profits
of the prisons, institutions!

Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
It is time now to fight – Not to listen to the lies

They make ya do time for a thought crime
Only one solution is to call out revolution!

One solution: Revolution!

Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
Down with the nations – Stop deportations!

It is time to define we got the right to incite
Call out! Call out! Call out! Call out!

We gotta write it – ignite it
Burn the prosecution
and the ministry of justice!

We gotta light it and fight it
Burn down the profits
of the prisons, institutions!

Charged with the crime of speaking your mind
Down with the borders – Fuck law and order!

They make ya do time for a thought crime
Only one solution is to call out revolution!


Beat the borders!

Who is telling us where to go and
where to stay and who says NO to
questions asked, permits applied for?
Who declared the immigrants war?

Who is standing in our way and
who is law and who is paid for
stamps to give, entrance denied to
those that tried to make it up here?

Who makes money and has a say in
who gets locked up, has to pay
for being here or being there and
either way nowhere is safe, – Let’s..

Take no orders
Let’s beat the borders
Let’s cross the lines
Let’s ignore the signs

Who’s responsible, who is rich and
who is pulling strings, and which
politicians do not lie or cry them
crocodile tears when you die?

All they ever do is take, turning
people into slaves, turning slavery
into profit, turning profit into property
into poverty for you and for me!

There is no reason to obey, living
lives that lead to the grave
Let’s be standing in the way,
make a difference, start today, – Let’s

Take no orders
Let’s beat the borders
Let’s cross the lines
Let’s ignore the signs


Collateral Damage

This war, it isn’t safe for our soldiers
Assassins crawling all over the place
It’s not even safe for our armored trucks

We keep sending the bodies back home
Bags with bones and flesh and blood
To be the heroes we need to create

It is part of our duty, the price that we pay
And the whole world is paying attention
as mothers and children cry, flags raised

As we pray for our martyrs, their honor
The just cause we pretend it to be,
this war to be played out inevitably

All so far away from our homes
claiming just another bare necessity
or mercy, peace, international ease

We can’t tell you that it is propaganda
but the truth of politics, it belongs to us
No interests, no secret agenda, say hush-

We’re only in it for the oil
We’re only in it for the soil
We’re in it for power, you know
Human rights? My ass! No show

To hell with them refugees
To hell with them deportees
To hell with these so called liberties
It ‘s only collateral damage, you see

as another childs dream is blown to smithereens!


SLAVES OF US

Let’s forget about those slaves of us
they’re not really here
they are not really there
they are the unseen
they’re not even between
a wall of concrete
and a door one way open
not even between us, the unseen

they are nameless, faceless
criminals, hookers, don’t have any papers
they are ‘they’
they are nowhere and all over the place
say they’ve been stripped whipped ripped and clipped
but they are no slaves of mine
’cause I am not feeding
and they’re not the slaves of my neighbour
’cause he’s not needing

So let’s forget about those enslaved by us
we don’t really know about it
can not even be proud of it
we are the ones clean
the ones that never have been
nor judge nor jury
at the gallows of starvation
not one us has seen

all those nameless and faceless
we are builders, colonists, traders
we are ‘we’
we are everywhere and on top of it all
we’re the ones used and accused but excused
’cause they are no slaves of us
they simply don’t exist
they pretend, offend, they intend to take over
all that we’ve built for us

So how can they be slaves of us
as their shackles are made of cotton
as our mercy is forgotten?
All they do is prey on us
lean on us, invade us
that’s why they are no slaves of us
we are even prepared to pay
just to make them go away
Sure we will pay to
forget about those slaves of us


SALT

My tear strikes a ripple into an ocean
The ocean says nothing of it
An even smile That is all

My paddles can make more waves
So I splatter and
the ocean pulls a grin
of foam around its lips

Tell me, human!
Will there be no more crying?
Out of so little tears
I can’t make any crystal
Grief on earth must be over!

No, I say
We’ve run out of tears and
this was the last one I had

Ever since,
the ocean, again and again,
tries to overthrow
my little ship


Lady, You Are Safe With Me

Lady,
you are safe with me
like money in a bank
Do not be ashamed for me
In me you can confide
I am the good guy
the law on my side
I’ll listen
I’ll write
We’ll make a report

So
you thought you were promised
by these men,
a career in the spotlights,
in dressing room mirrors
where the face of a poor girl
would soon fade away
behind glamourous make up

You were one of the lucky girls
to escape the stripped land
to escape the sick water
The rape, the stoning, the razorsharp knife

So
you thought this was
Your opportunity to make it
An airway to freedom
paved with drifting clouds
You’d send
money home to mama
A flow of finances
laced with lipstick
and ‘wish you well’s’

So
you dug up the coins
you had secretly saved
in a hole in the ground
to pay for the trip
You could earn the rest later
as soon as you got settled down
in a furnished appartment Up-Town
High above the dirt
Windows so large
you’d forget they were there
and the light in the sky
would forever change the eye
of the innocent child from the wild
and her coconut smile
So
you came here
in a box of death,
You’d been wondering
why everyone else kept so quiet

So quiet

They
must have been tired
Must have been afraid
They must have been told
not a sound to make
So you figured
you just had to wait

So
you woke up
when they opened the truck
and told you
that you were there
in this world where
the rain was made of champagne
where all of your misery
would soon be forgotten
in the rush of
the hush new reality,
and in that truck
was this familiar smell,
and in that truck
there was no-one that could tell
where you came from

But hey,
You were there!
and from now on
all you had to do was to
Just follow the man

You lost your bag
You lost your cash
You lost your sense of direction

You lost your passport
You lost your rags
You lost but soon would win Just trust the man
’cause you’re exotic
A special brand of bush bush bitch

So
you were given new underwear
Unworthy of a girl like you
You were given a new name
for whitey easy to pronounce

So
you thought
you’d be a model
You were chosen
to parade down the aisle
You would be rewarded
by this body builder Caucasian male
with a hairy chest

Bad breath
Bad manners So
you wanted to leave
To walk away from
all you were about to become…

SHAME!

but you never did walk away
and there were many more
teeth-missing
nose-dripping
smelly-feet
unzipping burping
filthy-fingered
crude-no-rubbers-creatures
for you in store
until all that was left of you
was what I see before me

A bony clap spreading prostitute
Worth nomore
than five bucks
for a blow job given
in a dark corner
of a sleazy establishment
to young kids,
still the smell of
yesterday’s diapers
babylotion children
that could learn from you
what women are for

You would still be there,
swollowing,
If it wasn’t for us

But
we want to catch the big boys
the ones with the balls and the bills
So we need you
We need your statement

So you need us
to read to you
what you just said
and to tell you
where to sign

Lady,
you are safe with me
like a package in the mail
What did you say your name was?
We’ll make a report
We’ll make them pay
their taxes

and we regret
to have to inform you
that there is no way
that you can stay
in our nation
of liberty and equality
without a work-permit,
without a curriculum vitae,
without a proper address

This case is closed
and so are the frontiers
that you
unlawfully crossed

January 11, 2013 - Posted by | कविता, Breaking with the old ideas, culture, movements, poetry

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