English - Engels

Vimy Ridge

 

the spirit of death

kissed you

on this ridge

your work is done

no triumph no glory

but for ever

silent

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

Poilu

my life is a trench

the water comes in

as in a sinking ship

and it swarms with rats

but outside it's a hell

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

Shoes or no shoes

 

I do not care about it,

I only wear shoes of

Ambiorix, Flemish shoes of a mythological hero, they are the bravest among the shoes, the bearers ofthe King of the Eburones, who defeats the enemy with brio and then goes missing like any other shoes

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

Beyond the limit

 

tempting is

the border area

hanging around

in the gray zone

watching the game

of back and forth

seeing how vanity

and power

push them

far

beyond the limit

 

© by Jan Theuninck

Auschwitz

 

 

burned in the oven

I perished in smoke

the remaining ashes

are deep grey

 

© by Jan Theuninck

U.H.R.R.

no more young

no slave behaviour

put them on a train 

to a workcamp

far away in the

union of human

resources republics

 

© by Jan Theuninck

Shut up !

 

don't try to be

who you are

 

shut up !

 

some more discipline

and a cheerful face

 

shut up !

 

your duty is sacred

work yourself to death

 

shut up !

 

your only way

is  "their" way

 

shut up !

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

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Stalag Zehn B

the feldwebel became a general

the campdoctor , a professor

and we the jews - it’s banal

we stayed jewish - no error

© by Jan Theuninck

SHOA

wandering jew, damned jew

no words about them are forbidden

suspected of crimes and treason

they have been put in jail

 

they have been tortured and murdered

in the name of an insane idea

and now - more than ever -

who is next, please ?

© by Jan Theuninck

Mauthausen 186

                       

 

Stone by stone

we made a step

Step by step

we went to heaven.

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

Red River

 

the train was too late

by foot it was too far

the river too nearby

the hatred too strong

bullets through your head

river of blood

red Danube

dead Budapest

 

© by Jan Theuninck

Yperite

late at night

a mist

fills the valley

without knowing

it suffocates

like a dark power

on the fields

our dead bodies

and under the grass

a brown soil

© by Jan Theuninck

Tyne Cot

when you left

for the front

you were

living heroes

and now

you are on top

of the hill

where only

poppies

blow..........

© by Jan Theuninck

Papirac

the real post-war power

is still the one of the Uebermenschen

and this "democracy" can’t be realized

but on the back of the Untermenschen...

© by Jan Theuninck

  

Polygon Wood 

 

 

like a shrine

you lie

in the middle

of the wood

and  warn 

of  those

who preach

peace

and make

war

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

MOUNT CASSEL

no more wine

for the generals

who play God

on top of Cassel

 

no more bullets

for the soldiers

who’re sacrificed

in the trenches

 

no more war

for the people

who want peace

all over the world

© by Jan Theuninck

 

New Labour

                        

 

Labour ? Labour ?

Labour for the poor

Labour for the rich

Labour for peace

Labour for war

Red Label ? No,

Black Labour !

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

Zuydcote

the sun shines

on the dune

the bunkers hide

the undesirable

all of them lose

their innocence

lost blood

on the beach

the sea...

guilty !

© by Jan Theuninck

 

Hill 60

 

poppies blood

on the green grass

on the hills of mud

away they pass...

 

© by Jan Theuninck

Plugstreet

 

a black cross

on a white stone

like a general

passing on

the blame

to God

row on row

innocent soldiers

lie forgotten

in collective

consciences

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

 

Passiondale  

 

badly shell shocked

can't find my dugout

damned generals

where's my pillbox

shells rain

craters remain

insanity or death

what's the difference

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

 

 Whitesheets

 

fallen leaves

after the warstorm

sandstone tombs

on green hills

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

For Peace

 

we have to fight a war

against terror

against psychological terror

against psychopathical leaders

we have to fight a war

 

© by Jan Theuninck

Shot at dawn

 

drugged by morphine

the blue light comes to you

when the squad opens fire

the coward goes to hell

the officers are heroes

 

© by Jan Theuninck

 

the sun shines on the stake

at the courtyard in Poperinghe

 Solstice

oh my little sun
now I  see
your smile
feel your heath
know your wish
to be mine
in a fusion
of love

 © by Jan Theuninck

SON OF THE WIND

 

stranger in your own country

your ugly face is your first crime

man of the eternal wandering

you need some respect !

 

 © by Jan Theuninck

Democrater

The democracy we share today

is a dictatorship by bunglers

and of this ignominy,

all of us, we are guilty !

 © by Jan Theuninck

 

sie sind zurück

finally you are back
back from never left
remained in the background
the people manipulated
eine braune erde

© by Jan Theuninck