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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Violinist Of all human evils That happend in history Bigger than Holocaust It was not, and it will not be. One Violinist was there His life was violin string He made the bloody nest there Im telling you everything. He had to wear the star Because he was a Jew That star was like a scar For bloody nazi crew. So he was the artist Who reached the nazi camp He was the one of the smartest Anyway, he got a stamp. At first, he had faith and hope He fought as he knew and could But slowly, he melted like soap And totally surrendered. The nazi butcher dug his eyes Just because he looked at him He felt like he dies Nazi enjoyed his scream. After that, he was like a shadow He didnt look like a human being He became dark, like a crow He stoped to feel anything. They called him once, to play, The villains wanted it so Their will was the only way And only words that slaves know. They found some old violin And they gave it to him Teached by their discipline Inside that horrible brim. He took it with his hads bony His frail hands tremble And in the depths of his agony As human he resemble. Violine on his chin fits He plays, without eyes From the empty eye pits He almost feels like he cries. Without his eyes, taken It seems to him like he dreams Old memories are awaken Like he is out, it seems. The butcher suddenly begin to sangs He smells his horrible breath Like beast, with sharp and bloody fangs He sings of blood and death He cast a violin, After the verses of blood He couldnt listen that terrible sin From mouth of evil dud. He desired death, and death came He doesn't want to beg for his head Every day is awful and same Without eyes, he feels dead. The wicked man fired at him Brutally, without shame He fell into mud, by the violin His blessed End came. But than, a miracle happened, The miracle happen to chosen one He saw his last sunset, blind And to the Heaven his soul gone. Zlatko Bato Zivkovic
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