By Tadzio Bervoets
In The Heart of the evening
A shadow stretches
An elegy of Whispers
The World’s Mournful Breath
Where Innocence once vibrant
Now lies in trenches
As the sun set’s solemn
On fields of death
Politics, a tether
of broken Promises
With voices lost in cacophony
As truth fades
Where ideals once golden
Now lay rusted and cold
And a dream of a just society
Quietly degrades
Innocent hearts
Once pure and bright
Now lay dimmed by grief
For what we must bear
In the ruthless march
Of power’s might
Sweet St. Maarten
Our haven of peace
Now hears cries
Of lives undone
Where laughter once echoed
Now no release
From the shadows cast
By the setting sun
Once we danced in meadows
Of hope and grace
But now we wonder
In the ruins of despair
Searching for a glimpse
Of a kinder place
But finding only shadows
Lingering there
Oh, the loss of innocence
Our mourning toll
As the rhetoric of division
Takes its place
And in the Chambers
Where compassion’s bell should toll
We see only the fading
Of Humanity’s face
Yet in this land of sorrow
Where silence speaks
We must remember
What we have lost
And strive to mend our wounds
The tears in our souls
For amidst despair
Hope must be embossed
With Unity and Love
Let’s rebuild what’s torn
For although our innocence was taken
We must persist
To kindle a light
Where darkness is born
And ensure our human grace
Will always exist
