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
Wrote this during the last terrible conflict
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.
Categories:
serb, war,
Form: Sonnet
The Serb General
I used to be a general,
drank plum booze with the best
now I sit in a jail in Haag
waiting for their verdict.
This that I should sit here in this country
with cowardly soldiers
who would not fight when my army came,
but gave me the key to the town
I find this deeply disgusting.
Categories:
serb, cheer up, community, dedication,
Form: Blitz
Correspondence
...in Kosova, instead of my dream, I found a grave in which I place flowers every weekend ...
Islam Morina
(A friend who went back from Denmark in Kosovo immediately after the war on 1999 to find his girlfriend who was shot dead by Serb military machine)
If you remember Kosovo and graves
Albanian immigrant spirit closes into loneliness
And I bite the pain in white letter
You my young friend
Do not ask for the photo of the murdered childhood
Do not daub the wound of a resurrected muse
Measure the sunset with a first step
Do not promise flowers to the spring
Kiss the cold soil of my homeland
And do not seek for love even within the books
Categories:
serb, loss,
Form: Elegy
To the grave of a friend
(Behxhet Maqani was killed by Serb snipers on Christmas night of 24 December 1998. 18 hours my friend, had struggled with death under minus 18 degrees Celsius...He was dragged and his hands were full of soil…he was fighting with death, for his children and the Family... no one, no one had helped. Despite the closest houses were only the 500 m away)
Nobody gave a speech
It was cold
They knew me as alive again
You touched separation
Being still alive I couldn’t kiss the wound
Except your Angels
My great friend
I know you alive as my death
From the book "The Lyrics of pain", 2003
Categories:
serb, dedication,
Form: Ballade
Another chapter
In our human race
4,211 murdered
In this Novi Sad place
Serb, Jewish
And Roma ethnicity
Gunned down
In massacre simplicity
In the Danube River
It's icy depths
Over four thousand souls
Dumped and left
The initiators arrested
To face their crimes
Escaped to Germany
For their freedom time
After the war
Located and arrested
Executed, dead
Whilst the massacred rested
It's just another chapter
In our human race
How many more
Until we start to loose face
In memory of the " Massacred at Novi Sad and other locations from
January 21st to the 23rd - 1942
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Categories:
serb, angst, death, history, life,
Form: Rhyme