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I Remember His Words

I remember his words, not that long ago
Telling of such times when crimson flowed
My Grandad, my hero, who's memories told
My bedroom window I look, it all unfolds

Neighbours fighting neighbours, why I cry
People talking yesterday now in furor
I'm young, I'm eleven, asking myself why
What's changed overnight, fueling this score

In panic surround Dubrovnik is now where I stay
Walled city, Grandads house, from Serbian tirade
Seven months endured, walls holding well
Wishing it's over ending our imprisoned hell

Again his stories unfold of countries in ruin
Fighting with Tito, heroes they one and all
Repelling the Germans, killing their doing
Repulsed he is, by their murdering thrall

Back to the present and a silence exists
Can it be that the fighting has now ceased
What I'm seeing aged eleven, people I know
Holding back tears of whom known deceased

It's now 2015, I'm a Lawyer of human rights
I've lived many nightmares, said killing sights
For my Grandfathers memories, he and all
There will be justification, when no one will thrall




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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser Date: 4/26/2015 9:59:00 PM Huge James, most of the times the experiences we have had in the past leads us to pursue decisions connected and concerning such... anyhow it is, to anything we pursue I hope the ending results to goodness and restorations, not of revenge or so.. :)! (((hugs)))~olive eloisa xxx Login to Reply

James Peranteau Date: 4/26/2015 8:37:00 AM It is a sad situation dear poet, of first, that a gifted artist as yourself is thrown into the must of writing of such history, and two, that it ever took place. I'm pleased that you have a forum to purge james. Have a wonderful week........much love, james Login to Reply

Nigel Fox Date: 4/25/2015 4:35:00 PM I hope you do very well as Lawyer on nightmares . Login to Reply James Fraser Date: 5/2/2015 2:27:00 PM Thank you kindly Nigel, it's all fiction Sir. On the day I thought about said words, I seen said scene. May I say many thanks for liking my poem. Have a most lovely weekend, James :)