3 June 2025 Soliloquies at The Hague By Jasmin O. Egan I. THE LEADER In foreign halls where silence walks, A voice once roared now softly talks A name entrenched in every heartbeat, In our hearts, where pain and struggle meet. He walked with fire beneath his tread, The fearless one whom tyrants dread. Not for himself, but for the land, He bore the storms with steady hand. Rodrigo stood when others fled, He fought for rice, for roofs, for bread. And now the winds in the Netherlands cry— Where is the man who dared defy? II. THE BOSS He was no king in marble halls, But “Boss” to those in shanty walls. He cracked a joke, he shared a drink, He saw the soul behind the stink. With iron word and gravel tone, He built a strength we called our own. He listened close, he struck down wrong, And in his quiet, we grew strong. A man of dust, of flame, of clay, Whose every word could light the way— To those he served with bleeding pride, He was the Boss, our Mentor and Guide. III. THE FATHE...