Christmas In Bosnia-Herzagovina 1995
CHRISTMAS IN BOSNIA-HERZAGOVINA 1994
Another Christmas brought them to more winter night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.
There's no repent for killing, as it's done,
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.
And to this chaos, we have set the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its Christmas call,
and brings another dark and shortest day.
The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all is put away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
as rumors meant for later years,
and right is not defined until the last.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
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