LAST YEAR TO DO
Finally my last
year in jail, still 11 months stuck on a nail.
A nail that keep
you in the country of hate, arrogant white racist
people without any faith. Enough devastations I got
for a whole life,
it feels like
being stabbed with a very sharp knife. The bullshit
and injustice you needed to take,
for sure laws
are written to be fake.
The court and
judges that want to decide about your
hell, for sure they do everything to be sure
you don't feel
torture is a daily shake, and after a while it will
let you brake.
A king that even
have nothing to say, for sure I will go away.
Away from what I
never liked or will, this Belgian country, so little
Racism you don't
hear but you can feel it good,
how people like
to hurt each other brings me in a very sad mood.
But finally I
can prepare me to leave Belgium soon,
to watch in
another warm hearted country at night to the Moon.
Never ever I
want to hear the word Belgium again, terrible, the
frustrations you get here as a prisoned man.
outside, freedom don't really exist, It is all a
The freedom of
being bounded on crazy taxes and impossibilities,
and for the people with less money even not enough
No, thank you
very much for this nice offer to stay, but my ass
decides to go here away.
It is time for
the Belgians to forget me for good. I want something
else then daily potatoes as
A country with a
zero respect for the people with a disability, being
stuck in a wheelchair without any help of the
I want to forget
this nightmare soon as I can,
but that will be
in November that I will become back a man.
A man and no
longer a number of being a criminal, Oh dear
Eye-flapped people, forget me, you all.
ALEX MENSAERT Ė
JANUARY 01, 2016