A big square made of red stones
A man dressed in 17th century clothing
The bronze shining in the sunlight
Police force around him all night.
It’s Jan Pieterszoon Coen
A true hero, making many of us rich.
A man who knew whites reigned supreme
A man who made sure of it, to the extreme.
The red stones might reference other executions,
One of the biggest executioners of the century is right there.
Being honored by many people in the city of Hoorn
While envoking trauma upon many people who still mourn.
Surrounded by the beautiful buildings he has helped build,
Jan Pieterszoon Coen is standing there.
Fierce, with his pointy nose so high in the air.
And his favorite catchphrase: ‘Don’t despair’.
That’s ironic, as there is so much to feel hopeless about.
The divide has never been greater
While the voices have never been louder.
People hurting each other and it only gets cloudier.
Can’t those buildings be enough?
Can’t history be enough?
Can’t the feelings of other people be enough?
Cause I have had enough.
He does not belong on a pedestal,
You do not belong to my pedestal.
If you just want to see the hero within,
No one will ever win.
No one will ever feel completely understood,
Just because you keep saying he did good.
A man who was an outspoken white supremacist
A man who didnt feel sorry for killing thousands on his list.
And here you are, defending him.
Feeling sad being called a racist yourself.
I feel sorry about that too.
Cause dear friend, you haven’t got a clue.