'In God we trust' —
no bill without their creed.
'By the grace of God' —
no king without their claim.
'God is great' —
no war without their cry.
But buckets they shed
over people of different faiths,
who maltreat and murder each other;
over people of similar faiths,
who start and keep the same strife;
over endless religious conflicts
in the violent vales of this world,
again and again.
Tears for so much ethnic cruelty there:
genuine tears that run empty of insight,
crocodile tears that flow empty of feeling,
virgin-mother tears that fall empty of cause.
Tears full of moral complacency here:
where they too appropriate the money,
where they too church the public,
where they too have stolen the state.
'In justice we must' —
they never established such a thing.
'Government for all' —
they never realized what it meant.
'Personhood in civil equality' —
they never included this right.
The original version of this poem, Tranen over de rand, was
Deze Taal 51
years after the Second World War.
It is only partially equal, however, and can be found at