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Saša Milivojev
WELTSCHMERZ ("WORLD PAIN") - THE PAIN OF THE WORLD
In this century withal
Rivers of blood still flow
Bombs echo
Children are being killed
Heads are being severed
Millions are starving
Diseases are devouring
And you are singing
The gallows are trembling
In the valley of the fallen
In the salty tears
With our putrescent sores
We fall prey to the crows
Our festering entrails
For the starving wolves
A shattered house
Little boy is weeping
Over the body of his Father
That forever now is sleeping
Schools Temples and bridges bleeding
bloodstained wedding guests are screaming
Little white coffins
Maternal howls
Above Uranus
Hear the painful growls
Delirious poets are prattling
And not a word are you uttering
They blinded you
When they raped your daughter
Strangled ‘er with the wire
They abducted your brothers
Tortured in the cellar
Shattered their fingers
With ferrous clubs
With a saw agape their skulls
Their legs wagons lacerated
Their limbs with machete dissected
Flayed the skin of their backs
Dumpers of corpses
Bulldozers to the grave consigned
Roads run over their bones in cement confined
Bodies filled the bottomless well over the brim
Come closer
Look within
The infinite darkness of the abyss
To hear the silence of the universe
A spark is glistening in an innocent eye
Children are helplessly falling to the dust
Venomous saliva dripping from their mouth
As their rosy intumescent faces bust
In their closing prayer
Reverends to a cross immured
Laughing at the stake they burned
Tender ivory cherubs
Flew away like a flock of birds
Rip my heart out from my chest
As I am unsleeping
May your golden ship catch wind away from shore
To raise your glass of blood once more
As you feast your eyes in silence
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev - POET THE UNDYING
Countless times you may have killed us
We shall always rise again
Down the beams of light descend
Forever to you we shall return
For you we shall recite our prayers
And sing of virtue and of love
Your world is stern
Damned, you step upon the poet like a
flower in bloom
The honeybee that honey makes
Still he soars
And there to ice he succumbs
When rocks on earth turn into crumbs
And sparks emblaze
Shooting stars fall so bright
into the new bodies of confinement,
Giving the poets the kiss of life with their
light
Angels heralds
Lonely nomads
Hungry vagabonds
That you hunt and hate
Although they teach you to love and to ache
To find yourself
To hope,
dream and forgive
No more to lie,
Betray, steal nor kill
Thousands of years are passing by
Countless times beheading us to die
With our divine blood
You let your pigs imbibe
Yet again we have returned
To surprise you will succumb
Just to wink
Songs to sing and help you
Better to become
By divine Myrrh that is flowing
With our words entwined
The universe beams at you
Of wickedness and grief its healing you
The poet is kneeling
Humiliated for mercy he is pleading
Is his song a thorn in your eye?
Is that why you made him die?
Soon you too will fly away
To endlessness
Thy bare feet the earth will caress
On your best man’s straw, you’ll stumble
Down the inky pit you’ll tumble
Will a poet rescue thee?
Once again will you be free?
Countless times I may ‘ve been slayed
They’ll bring me to
Earth again
Down the purple beams
they’ll throw me
Violets in their blooming glory
That your step will strain
The bee will wing
And just as a song
Your heart it will sting.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev
OF DEEP STATE AND WORSHIPERS OF SATAN
LORDS OF THE WORLD
The Ancient of the Days,
can you see what he is wearing,
Cardinal shoes made of children’s skin
wrung out from the veins
Last drop of blood that remains
overflowing tankers
Come through the secret bunkers
Descend to the underground
To the cities of gold
The gardens in diamonds adorned
Hotels palatial
Death camps infernal
Where thousands of children abducted
Cry in the clutches of the devil
They will invite you to dine
Pour adrenalin into your wine
Baby roast on the menu
Bones burning in the fireplace just for you
They will forever be returning
Rejuvenated with blood, rejoicing
to walk among men in shoes of cardinal skin
Stepping over dead bees just the same
Compassion they’ll say is their name
Whilst from those cities underground
From their laboratories
Millions of bacteria and viruses
Are killing your world mercilessly
The poles and icebergs they are melting away
Torrents will bring you to dismay
Tsunami will crumble the cities to ruins
Earthquake will shatter graves and dreams
Everything you have they will turn to dust
Drought will ablaze crops to crust
Of hunger millions will die
Poisons are raining from the sky
To the bones of children cast thy eye
to the bottom of the sea where they lie
look inside the savage eyes,
yearning for demise
gleaming with innocence
of the fallen victims’ cries
The Ancient of the Days can you see
The Heavens are yearning for equity
Without the soul void is poetry
Let the world,
That endures the humiliation silently
Frightened of camps and lethality
- be free.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev - NOT AFRAID OF FATE
Again
I am born again
First breath
Pain
Crying
Again I see arrays of colours
Everything has changed
What madness
It’s like a fairy tale
The taste of mother’s milk
I stretch
I grow
Lost in the sounds of a dream
The light plays
At the verge of time
Crawling on scratched knees
When I unknowingly said
Momma
From a distant memory
Walking
Going up and down the stairs
Eager to try it all
Wandering far away in my thoughts
Speaking with nature
Intoxicated by her melodies
And when they yelled at me
Don’t do that and that
Through life I walked
Clairvoyant and blind
To kindergarten
Where I met friends
With bat ears
And there I sat alone
Not vain
But lonesome
Lost
In my own landscapes
And when I burned the colouring books
And discovered the sound of the school flute
When I felt the strength of written words
That heal the darkness
I wrote
I played and sang
Until I fell in love for the first time
And woke up again
Biljana
Marija
Tijana
Hermina
Marina
Dragana
Sladana
Who would think
That I loved so much
And played music for them
First cigarettes and drunkenness
Bad company
I see myself in the fog
When I was a boy
Who could not show emotions
When I created illusions
Of having friends
Behind the darkness
Friends that know my
Secret behind a sigh
They laughed behind my back
When I painted too
In each effort of mine
They saw an unsound mind
Let it be
I fight
Not afraid of fate
And loving my age
Saša Milivojev, 2005.
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Saša Milivojev - THE REJOICING SONG
Grateful to the skies
And the darkest nights,
To the moon and stars
That are my night’s lights.
Morning and the Mosques
That wake me unsleeping,
When hopes of new victories
Upon me are awakening.
Through these empyrean gardens
Where black gold is flowing,
No wicked thoughts are growing.
No sadness and hunger,
Resentment and pain,
Here, one can love again.
In the warm desert
Thirsting for love.
Grateful my life,
To the blue infinity of freedom
To the Sun that shines the light
That gilts the sands with golden flames
And the Sea that hums a lullaby
Whose waters rise and fall with tide.
Drown the troubles, surface blessedness,
Here, where every cry diminishes.
Grateful to the Nature, Earth and Water
For the yields,
Sweet fruits,
Bees on flowers,
Honeyed lips,
Coconut in the palms of my hands
And the wild beasts
That emboldened me.
The compassionate
And the charitable.
To the seed of men,
Mothers that birth
Children that warm our hearts
And the old that leave this Earth,
And the snakes that devour the pests,
And the bird that on your shoulder rests,
And a camel that winks with her eye,
That knows how to smile.
So rejoice,
now and not tomorrow.
Rejoice.
May the world be as such,
Life a song without a wail
Serene like a fairytale.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev
CORONA
A bloodthirsty old woman you see,
a cockroach from the Satan’s
“Crisis Committee”,
For long she pillaged,
children she snatched and slayed
their blood she drank and ate,
to rejuvenate.
She flayed their skin,
affixed in place on her own face,
Corona was her name,
The old hag was insane.
When her evil deeds were told,
the airplanes soared,
in aim to kill us all.
On Earth they made the poisons fall.
They had us all locked down,
with muzzles restrained,
padlocks and chains,
ankle bracelets for home detention,
false tests on prescription,
deceived and plundered,
blamed for infection,
medications proscribed,
fresh air they denied,
On our freedom they put boundaries,
halfwits, scoundrels.
And when they “eased up” on their “measures”,
the camps were full over the rim,
large - scale butchering,
looted livers and kidneys,
burning the living victims,
“to prevent the spread of infection”
evidence concealed for our own protection.
She had working hours,
sleeping before noon,
was contagious only in the afternoon.
Half the world she vaccinated,
with poisons injected,
what is going on,
you are going to see,
billions of dead bodies are yet to be!
Forget we must not,
Lest not forgive,
Let’s arrest and sentence them to death,
they should not be left to live!
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev - CONVERSATION WITH ALLAH
You
The Ruler
The Master of Worlds
Allah
Merciful
Compassionate
I praise and pray
Before my I eyes I had a veil
Grave suffering captured in my body
I waited
In the lines of fake believers
I did not get
A painkiller for my soul
I turn to You
For help
Take my sight and sense of hearing
If I sinned
Because I wandered
And trusted non-believers
Believed in truth and lies
You are all-knowing
I kneeled before my people
With my head down I walked everywhere
Warm words I spoke
I gave my heart
Like a mosaic to everyone
I did good deeds
I loved
Though I was never taught how
That's why I turn to You
Accept my penitence
And this book as a testimony
About those who strayed
People seem to think
The only beauty is in that for which they yearn
Women
Sons
Mounds of money
Gold and silver
Factories
Cars and beautiful horses
And I would rather go to your Jannah gardens
Through which a lovely river runs
There I will be your servant
And write poems
The way You tell me
When you put my heart together like a mosaic
My soul disentangle
Like knots
Intertwined rivers
Oh, sea of pain
I float
And beg you to open your dams
And mercifully
Compassionately
Free me from evil
Saša Milivojev
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Saša Milivojev
THE PUNISHMENT
(On the consequences of biological warfare and experimentation on humans. Disturbing images in verse)
What is the world breathing in?
We are perishing,
Dirty rains are falling,
Poisons and genes,
Rodents and savages,
The tailed and the horned.
These are not the bacteria nor the viruses
nor the “Conspiracy Theories”,
But Satan’s blood thirsty savages,
Monstrosities from the laboratories.
With a head of the child
and a body of a snake
He is mourned by his mother,
He doesn’t even resemble the old man
- the horned goat - his father.
Millions of ex-people
witlessly meandering the planet,
on all fours! Invertedly.
At times someone even flies,
reversedly.
Jumping locusts,
We’re becoming crickets,
Rodents and cripples,
Vaccinated monkeys,
hair-covered in the scorched rainforests.
Babies are no longer crying,
Only frogs can be heard croaking!
How wicked have we become,
We are the monstrosities,
In the fires of Hell
on roasts we shall turn,
Extinguishing with our tears
and our blood the flames
that forever will burn.
Is this the end?
- It’s not the end.
The end with the punishment
will not come to an end.
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev
THE GREAT DYING
THE PESTILENCE
It’s raining snake venom
from the clear blue skies,
millions of bacteria,
stench of excrement,
genes of mice and rats,
lead powder dust, quicksilver droplets,
on the planet of the “reptiles”
piles of human corpses.
They poisoned God no less,
and all else is vague,
Here comes hunger and agony,
rabies, AIDS and plague.
Put your mask on.
Lock up your doors.
Street is not the place to be,
The horror is outdoors,
the devil has come,
to take you to the camp,
the great dying has begun.
Prepare to retaliate!
Below the camp they are harrowing
it’s gas chambers they’re preparing.
And I am stealing time,
blood-soaked to my knees,
to defend myself with explosives,
as the fool once said:
“Graveyards will be too small for us all”.
Even on the verge of the abyss, no less,
in the face of pestilence be fearless,
someone will remain,
children will be birthing just the same,
Thy will be done,
noone can extinguish the Sun.
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev - PRAYER
I return to you Lord my God
Punish me
Punish me for not loving
Punish me my Lord
For not praying to you enough
So that my hands are not empty
For not feeling a warm look
For running away from the warmth
Punish me
For not fearing loneliness and silence
Like an intoxicated dance of fire
My every thought is a sin
My every smile
Punish me
Kill me
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
When my body is laid to rest
May your kingdom
Take me in its chains
It is your will
I know
You know
Everyone knows
This pain is tearing me apart
And forgive me not my trespasses
As I forgive not
Those who trespass against me
I went through all the temptations
And came back to you again
To pray to you
Not to deliver me from evil
On earth as it in heaven
Let my body disintegrate
Punish me
Please
Kill me
Let no one
Shed a tear for me
Or say anything
As no one can be
Genuinely hurt
By God’s peace
I only wish
To sleep forever
Saša Milivojev
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