{"id":1579,"date":"2016-10-03T19:47:51","date_gmt":"2016-10-03T19:47:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/?p=1579"},"modified":"2016-10-03T19:47:51","modified_gmt":"2016-10-03T19:47:51","slug":"ballade-fan-saddam-hoessein","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/lyrysk-deiboek\/ballade-fan-saddam-hoessein\/","title":{"rendered":"Ballade fan Saddam Hoessein"},"content":{"rendered":"<table class=\"contentpaneopen\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"contentheading\" width=\"100%\"><\/td>\n<td class=\"buttonheading\" align=\"right\" width=\"100%\"><a title=\"PDF\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/M_images\/pdf_button.png\" alt=\"PDF\" name=\"image\" align=\"middle\" border=\"0\" \/> <\/a><\/td>\n<td class=\"buttonheading\" align=\"right\" width=\"100%\"><a title=\"Print\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/M_images\/printButton.png\" alt=\"Print\" name=\"image\" align=\"middle\" border=\"0\" \/> <\/a><\/td>\n<td class=\"buttonheading\" align=\"right\" width=\"100%\"><a title=\"E-mail\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/M_images\/emailButton.png\" alt=\"E-mail\" name=\"image\" align=\"middle\" border=\"0\" \/> <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<table class=\"contentpaneopen\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td colspan=\"2\" valign=\"top\">Hy wachtet yn syn deadesel<br \/>\nop &#8217;t kriezjen fan de stielen doar,<br \/>\nal dagen klinkt gjin l\u00fbd mear troch,<br \/>\nmar hy is wach, jout him net del,<br \/>\noertinkt de skiednis, nei en foar.<\/p>\n<p>Lang lyn, foar him it oermodel,<br \/>\nbehearske Babels ryk de wr\u00e2ld,<br \/>\nsyn kening seach it hear ris oer<br \/>\nen op it hiele minskdom del,<br \/>\nit djippe lijen liet him k\u00e2ld.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"Image\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/stories\/deiboek2\/ynternet100_3959.jpg\" alt=\"Image\" width=\"338\" height=\"450\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"6\" \/><\/p>\n<p>De keale muorre ljochtet op,<br \/>\nde sel wurdt tsjuster by dit byld:<br \/>\nde kening yn de greide friet<br \/>\nit gers, dwylsinnich yn de kop.<br \/>\nDy skiednis makket him net myld.<\/p>\n<p>Hy hatet noch it Perzenryk,<br \/>\ndat wiske Babels gloarje \u00fat,<br \/>\nsyn wraak wie oarloch tsjin Iran,<br \/>\nhy maalde om gjin leed en lyk,<br \/>\nultime macht wie him ta b\u00fat.<\/p>\n<p>As tank foar Allah&#8217;s stipe joech<br \/>\ner syn soennitysk moslimbloed<br \/>\nas inket foar it skriuwen fan<br \/>\nde hillige Koran, sa droech<br \/>\ner &#8217;t offer op mei passygloed.<\/p>\n<p>Hy skrillet op fan &#8217;t eigen l\u00fbd<br \/>\nen pakt fan &#8217;t buordsje de Koran,<br \/>\nit selskip dat him liede sil.<br \/>\nNet Allah helpt him yn syn noed,<br \/>\nin rjochter docht him yn de ban:<\/p>\n<p>Saddam Hoessein, jo wiene grut<br \/>\nyn eigen eagen, seagen del<br \/>\nop &#8217;t folk dat yn it lijen siet,<br \/>\nit hert bestoar it op jo wurd,<br \/>\nde dea marsjearre op befel.<\/p>\n<p>De oanslach op jo libben liet<br \/>\ngjin inkel minske b\u00fbten skot,<br \/>\nde manlju stoarren yn de loop,<br \/>\n\u00fbnskuldich oan de wanhoopsdied,<br \/>\nde rest siet m\u00fbldea achter slot.<\/p>\n<p>De Koerden ha ik it net oer:<br \/>\njo gemysk \u00fbndersyk fan hoe&#8217;t<br \/>\nde azem &#8217;t b\u00easte \u00f4fsnien wurdt;<br \/>\nde proef wie mar fan koarte doer,<br \/>\nmar slagge wol \u00fbnminsklik goed.<\/p>\n<p>It rjocht sil sprekke oer jo died<br \/>\nfan wraak: de straf foar minsken dy&#8217;t<br \/>\ngjin rjocht dien is en d\u00earom sprek<br \/>\nik hjoed \u00fat namme fan de ried:<br \/>\njo reitsje moarn de azem kwyt.<\/p>\n<p>Hy skrillet op en riist fan &#8217;t b\u00ead<br \/>\nby &#8217;t kriezjen fan de stielen doar &#8211;<br \/>\nde eagen waarden dochs noch swier? &#8211;<br \/>\nen sjocht syn fij\u00e2n dy&#8217;t him r\u00ead<br \/>\nferfiert, sa giet er nei de oar.<\/p>\n<p>Syn eigen folk is no de oar,<br \/>\nde boal, him winskjend nei de hel,<br \/>\nin swarte doek komt om syn hals:<br \/>\nde dirigint fan &#8217;t moardnerskoar<br \/>\ndy&#8217;t tikket nei de l\u00easte tel.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"Image\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/stories\/deiboek2\/ynternet100_3964.jpg\" alt=\"Image\" width=\"450\" height=\"338\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"6\" \/><br \/>\nFoto LC\/Reuters<\/p>\n<p>Hy fielt no sels de strakke strop<br \/>\ndy&#8217;t lei om &#8217;t libben fan Irak<br \/>\nen as de boaiem sakket wei,<br \/>\ndan h\u00e2ldt de azem st\u00fbkjend op,<br \/>\nmar jout de dea him wol syn plak?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hy wachtet yn syn deadesel op &#8217;t kriezjen fan de stielen doar, al dagen klinkt gjin l\u00fbd mear troch, mar hy is wach, jout him net del, oertinkt de skiednis, nei en foar. Lang lyn, foar him it oermodel, behearske Babels ryk de wr\u00e2ld, syn kening seach it hear ris oer en op it hiele [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1579","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyrysk-deiboek"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1579","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1579"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1579\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1580,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1579\/revisions\/1580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1579"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1579"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1579"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}