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Sometimes in Srebrenica

It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia,
Its memories are as fragile as a vase 
The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time
And it's something that no one forgets.

With a child snatched from his mother,
Begging her to pray for his soul
As fear ascends like a dark cloud
Standing in line and awaitng the bullet of death.

Why does it always hurt us much?
Hatred with all in the name of religion,
We deserve to live as equals
And always pledge to "Never Again."

Premium Member Siege of Srebrenica

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

Premium Member The Devil

The Devil				

Genocide Srebrenica and Žepa

The monkey of chetnik
Blessing guns
Killing nuns
Calls himself a priest
While performing massacres discreet

A Serbian ape
Dressed in holy cloth
No one is fooled
The old man is a sloth
Crimes against humanity

Vojislav Carkic is the devils hate
An old man in a garden at deaths gates
Flowers bloom from the devils blood
This satanic monster in a holy collar
While his victims raped in pain they holler

His erotic desires are never of love
He is happy when killing, for he hates white doves
The old fool still wishes to slay
He hates the Ukraine, the old Serbian fool should pray
Sadly with his disguise of the holy

He is still in the mood to kill


Notes on Soup Blog


The Seeds of Democracy

mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
who's favorite sons held knives

knife, wire ... tic tac .. 

mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
but the landlords came with their good intentions 
and let the eagles get in 
... even child knows what happens when you let the eagle get in

white eagle

tic tac ... wire, knife

mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
yet despite Geneva terms 
they proclaimed what happened 20 years ago as mislead estimation 
leaving us behind, unendingly hemorrhaging

knife, wire ... vukovar, srebrenica

how many of them are still out there

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