No - Poem by Stephanie0Nadine Kjaerbaek
Fifteen years of my life scarred by the battlefields of distant rape memories,
his unwanted hands upon me, the very reminder in a man's eyes when unwanted
gestures occur, the taking down of an airplane, the passing through the sky,
the crossing of the borderlines, where was the justice before the militancy, were
and what was and why.
Why didn't he serve fifteen years to life for his crimes? I have no desire to...be like him..
I wanted justice, not injustice. Justice not retribution.
Take an eye for an eye past self-defense and the world is led by the blind leading the blind...
The hypocrisy of Germanity is how one of them can look at Jewish mass graves and discount
their own actions and responsibilities while turning around and making trips to Israel and being nice
about all of it and talking of how they appreciate their cultures and religion...it is ironic and sad that people can be sane and insane, kind and cruel, self-righteous and honest, authoritarian and liberal...on and on..
And when the radical left discovers itself, its memory, its collectivism, its 'causes', and its 'vision' of nihilism, it always kills itself in the end, hoping to take people (innocents amongst the guilty) with them..
Radical leftist thought is the pedagogy of fanaticism. Gone are freedom, diversity, debate, moderation, peace, nature, women, children and honesty...
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