Today you are seen
as the designer
of a beaconed off existence;
of rending, disorder and hatred
but as the leader of a country
you wanted to bring forth order from disorder,
give an own chance to everyone,
as separate cultural groups and entities.
Now your image, you insight
and wisdom is barren and destroyed,
while we are living in a hodgepodge way,
where the government is destroying
everything that is our own,
pulling the centre out of religion, language
and culture
and putting everything
into a big witches’ brewing pot
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