Violinist

Violinist

Of all human evils
That happend in history
Bigger than Holocaust
It was not, and it will not be.

One Violinist was there
His life was violin string
He made the bloody nest there
Im telling you everything.

He had to wear the star
Because he was a Jew
That star was like a scar
For bloody nazi crew.

So he was the artist
Who reached the nazi camp
He was the one of the smartest
Anyway, he got a stamp.

At first, he had faith and hope
He fought as he knew and could
But slowly, he melted like soap
And totally surrendered.

The nazi butcher dug his eyes
Just because he looked at him
He felt like he dies
Nazi enjoyed his scream.

After that, he was like a shadow
He didnt look like a human being
He became dark, like a crow
He stoped to feel anything.

They called him once, to play,
The villains wanted it so
Their will was the only way
And only words that slaves know.

They found some old violin
And they gave it to him
Teached by their discipline
Inside that horrible brim.

He took it with his hads bony
His frail hands tremble
And in the depths of his agony
As human he resemble.

Violine on his chin fits
He plays, without eyes
From the empty eye pits
He almost feels like he cries.

Without his eyes, taken
It seems to him like he dreams
Old memories are awaken
Like he is out, it seems.

The butcher suddenly begin to sangs 
He smells his horrible breath
Like beast, with sharp and bloody fangs
He sings of blood and death

He cast a violin,
After the verses of blood
He couldnt listen that terrible sin
From mouth of evil dud.

He desired death, and death came
He doesn't want to beg for his head
Every day is awful and same
Without eyes, he feels dead.

The wicked man fired at him
Brutally, without shame
He fell into mud, by the violin
His blessed End came.

But than, a miracle happened,
The miracle happen to chosen one
He saw his last sunset, blind
And to the Heaven his soul gone.

Zlatko Bato Zivkovic
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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De Beaulieu Avatar
March 5, 2018 at 1:20 PM
hello Zlato, it is nice to meet you. Your poem is very sad, I had teary eyes reading.Have a nice day my friend.
Zivkovic Avatar
February 27, 2018 at 3:29 PM
Thanks everybody for taking time to read my poems, Im glad that you felt same emotions as I did when I wrote them. This two poems - Violinist and Jerusalem are my first and only poems written in English, because English is my second language - Im from Montenegro and I speak Montenegrin. But I wanted more people to read these two poems, so somehow I did it, I even found rhymes and made it look like story. Thanks again and God bless all of You. NEVER AGAIN - NEVER FORGET.
Naye Avatar
February 24, 2018 at 12:37 AM
I read the poem gripped with a soul wrenching anguish. I don't know how you felt writing this piece, my humanity against man's inhumanity welled up in me. This is another reminder of the grime lives of the victims of the holocausts. Great piece. Joseph Jeremiah Naye.
Salehi Avatar
February 23, 2018 at 6:31 PM
Magnificent...
Wanter Avatar
February 23, 2018 at 11:45 AM
I don't think we can overuse the word "powerful." Tears are close. We must never forget.
Deitrick Avatar
February 22, 2018 at 12:53 PM
Powerful, raw, emotions pounded thru!
Wood Avatar
February 21, 2018 at 9:21 AM
This is a very moving poem Zlatko! I am so glad I took time to read it. Those were horrible times that you write of!
Gauthier Avatar
February 19, 2018 at 10:09 AM
Wow - what a deep emotional poem, Zlatko. It is a FAVE for me. It's a beauty.
Zivkovic Avatar
October 17, 2020 at 4:50 AM
Thank a lot Line!
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