It is night time,
someone is returning from Independence.
Tomorrow marks the deadline for the submission of assignments
but Someone still doesn’t know how the formula ends,
so Someone resorts to copying from a friend.
It’s night time,
Somebody should have been in her room by now,
thinking of ways to solve question one.
But Somebody is returning from town;
the party had been boring – she couldn’t believe those clowns
only wasted her time.
It is night time;
it is two weeks to exam,
yet even God’s explanation for 1+1=1, I can’t understand.
My God! How many times was I in class?
One? Two? None!
I’m in my room, now, waiting and praying that Someone
has gotten the solutions after the hunt.
There are some exams Someone just can’t afford to trail;
Some exams Somebody can’t always bargain,
yet here I stand in the middle again,
not sure if I should bargain or trail.
Wish University exam is as comforting as the lecturer’s pay;
that way I could choose which friend to follow today.
Yet, here I am perusing into the dawn of a new day.
Cease being war's slave
For there's no pill bitter,
Than war against your own
Compare your school to the yard of graves
Where would you rather call your home?
You may not give a damn,
But just give it a thought
It's better to die of hunger,
Than to eat your tongue to survive
Let's in haste control our anger,
And let all ill feelings be revived
Peace has lost it's meaning
The bitter after truth not realised
For your fury you turned against your own
You painted your truth black,
And the flames of your anger has set things ablaze
Present your case and civil it out
That should be the case
Let's go back to our roots
Pick up our wounded culture,
And treat her wounds
Let's fight for peace not war,
For war is expensive.
If you still think war is the option,
Hold your breath for just five minutes.
STRANJA
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