Bridges of Sarajevo
BRIDGES OF SARAJEVO
So stirs the heart of man, the great delight,
to raise a banner high, the march of fate;
to lead the way, where only dark of night,
might find a way to quench the thirst for hate;
and lessor men will follow any call,
of self appointed leaders of the day,
the good, the bad, the dead, but butchers all,
some crowned in light, the others in decay!
To follow is the way, if wrong or right,
determined by the ones who stand at last,
we hold this judgement as if heaven might
just comprehend the end that binds us fast.
Our bridges to be crossed, are Hate and Death
Protected by our foul and Balkan breath.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron Wilson
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
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