Cry for help in poetic form works: Valentijn was in danger of becoming homeless, but has a house in Utrecht

Cry for help in poetic form works Valentijn was in

Housing shortage

A code of law, a man,
they do what they can
but heaven,
what is made of it.

There has never been so much cracking.
Who looks away, looks on,
watching the next
homeless flight

in a system that itself
hollows out from within,
misery unfolds
about the city.

Living is a right, it has been said
but straight can also be crooked
along the shifted Rhine,
where only one sighs.

mayor, mother,
don’t let your child choke,
lick one’s own wounds;
do something anyway.

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