Wrote this during the last terrible conflct 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.
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
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Wrote this during the last terrible conflct 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.