Sarajevo Snack

SARAJEVO SNACK Speak softly to the tune, it plays out in the night, and never think that Sarajevo hasn't named the song. Division is the rule, and fools will make our way, our fear has brought it down on a world going wrong. I'll still love you in Spring, in Summer, Winter, Fall, through Sarajevo's night, I'll love you to the end. and God has told me this, I'll know you after night, when I fall in love again, and meet you as a friend. The last of everyone's been written in our rage. I've told how we will end, in all the words I write. And these, the words from you, forever sing God's love, but I'm the fool they blame, for bringing on the night. Speak softly to the tune, it changes before long, into a battle cry, dividing right from wrong. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet