politics - Hello Poetry

11h

Dorothea Daisy

Can’t shut my eyes
Can’t miss a sound
Even if it’s lies
I want to hear it—I found

I catch titles, labels
Can’t stand that
My head is wired with cables
But I feel like an acrobat

Balancing between
Either being unheard
Or unseen
"Politics" is just a word

But it makes me grasp for air
Whenever I hear it voiced
Perceive it as if I am not there
Yearning to belong and be rejoiced

Nevertheless, I pay attention
To all the names and surnames
I feel a tension
My brain’s on fire, I can’t calm the flames

This is about hearing all the complaining about the current state of Dutch politics and listening but not understanding ('cause no one explained it) and also having a very bad fear of missing out

#politics #tension #fire

11h

Dorothea Daisy

at what cost?

Nothing changed,
Their world hasn’t been rearranged.

The children still go to school.
One of them is dressed uncool.
Mourning, only wearing black,
There is no way back.

Another kid comes in—
laughs and mutters: "**** it! we never win.”

There is a boy in the hallway,
Crying because he doesn’t get a say.

Karol Tadeusz Nawrocki is now,
THEIR president,
THEIR leader,
THEIR ruler,
THEIR FATE.

They lost.

They heard Magdalena Agnieszka Biejat—
her name sadly couldn’t make it.

Rafał Kazimierz Trzaskowski?
another face on the losing ballot.

PiS won,
but at what cost?
A corridor of silent tears.
A playground where laughter dies.
A future stolen from poor kids.

i am so dramatic. but like **** Nawrocki. like **** have you seen him? he can’t represent me. he doesn’t. he can’t represent us.

#poland #president #ruler #elections #nawrocki

11h

Dorothea Daisy

It’s raining.

It’s raining.
As they see the exit poll.
The difference too small.

It’s raining.
As they see the late poll.
Is Poland going to fall?

It’s raining.
They look up the last poll.
They won’t sleep tonight.
Nor will they tomorrow.
They won’t breathe.
They won’t… They can’t anymore.

And it’s funny because they used to love rain, but now Nawrocki is their president.

#elections #lost #losing #president

11h

Dorothea Daisy

it’s mine too.

She cannot vote
She’s just fourteen
Others decide who keeps the country afloat
Her voice unheard, her face unseen

She will turn eighteen soon
No time to snooze
Whether she is dutch or votes in June
How could you ask a teenager to choose?

She is Polish. She is Polish. I am.
You have your marches with OUR flag
But you don’t give a ****—
About us. Just go and brag.

That flag—it’s mine too.

Red and white,
Light.

But it’s the only one

Navy with yellow stars,
It’s ours.

If Nawrocki wins tomorrow, you can start digging my grave. A little bit of context: I don’t have a Polish nationality or speak Polish at home so I always felt like I didn’t belong, but yeah Poland is ours. And so is Europe <33

#poland #europe #nationality #elections

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