BELGIAN HORSE

BELGIAN HORSE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

In the inversion of Anne Frank

we now hide

in the attics of our suppressors.

Every day

we watch the World

not forgive us for the Holocaust

and think of us

as a cold and calloused people.

Every day

we live in the doubts

of our forefathers and cringe

for our disparity

continues as a country.

Always reminding the young

and a never ending teaching cycle

it has become.

I love my land

and the people who make up our customs.

Belgian horses

still turn the earth of our farms

and while

the Nazi’s were killing Jews

we unearthed potatoes

and vegetables

for our village, just surviving,

In the inversion of Anne Frank

we all want to see

the light of day and have our country back.

To become

unwelcomed on our land

we will never feel

in our heart of hearts.

We might

have turned our heads a long time ago

by keeping head to the soil

but today

we weep for the past and must get on.

They still

search our houses and massacre our minds

for the mind is something to take.

Belgian Horse – ahhh eeee …