Muslim Srebrenica
Behold the coming of the infidel
with his tanks and brigades in battledress,
where once barbarians on horseback fell
new destroyers hide new sin unconfessed.
Now Serb boots march where invaders have trod
on Muslim Srebrenica in blood thirst,
but where, O tell, is their merciful God
when the lords of genocide do their worst?
Will mortar shells discern installation
from infant flesh in the stone cobbled street?
Might enemy siege end in salvation
where ancient homeland and battlefield meet?
Or will more die in the cold snow and mud
when raised are partisan flags stained in blood?
Written: April 1993
Wrote this during the last terrible conflict
in Europe during the Siege of Srebrenica
almost 30 years ago. It seems not much
has changed. Back then it was Serbs and
now it’s Russians. History always repeats.
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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