Bernd Riemann

The Constant Scribe

Born German, moved to tropics, then to Spain,

No flags define the content of my soul;

I learned to code before the English grain,

An Amstrad script to make my logic whole.

To Mother’s gift—her Verne and German lore—

I owe the courage of a critical mind;

To seek the truth, to open every door,

And leave the "social" vanity behind.

Through film and prose, I map the world’s deceit,

From AI’s rise to power’s cold design;

I build on facts, on evidence and grit,

With merit as the only true gold mine.

No ads, no fakes; just truth within the ink,

I’ll write for every day I’m left to think.