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Details | Dramatic Verse |

Nightmarish Life

Oh, fear and fright

That's part of life

Brought about

Through left and right

People who claim

Visionary sight

That causes much

Loss of so much life

And the rumble of tanks

Rolling on

And the blasts

From various explosions

Aren't heard

In the corridors of power

Those in control need not fear

The doomsday hour

No fear of hearing planes overhead

Symbols of impending death

Leaving women and children

Gasping their last breath

Made from biological dread

Chemical warfare

Does not exist

Except in places such as this

Where life is void and life is cheap

Death always stalks the street

And leaves trails of blood

Among the rubble

Systematic of a nations struggle

Bombed virtually into non existence

Left behind poverty stricken and defenceless

Once a thriving striving land

Now destroyed by its fellow man.

Details | Blank verse |

The Astute and the Dumb

The astute and the dumb are
found on this road we traverse;
the one with goals to set, the other
with no character, interest or talent...
can both coexsist and not clash?
Which one of these two individuals 
can survive a biological warfare 
without discipline and knowledge?
Most certainly, the one has studied
the activities of the superior minds 
that somehow seem invincible to
whatever they encounter on the
battlefield or in the menacing air.
This is not a war between two
mythical gods, Jupiter and Saturn;
who took the side of the courageous 
Titans? Today, nobody is immune to  
such an Apocalypse event, it may partly 
or entirely destroy our unique planet 
on any erratic, or maddened moment. 
Let the mindful guide the careless 
and diverge them from their dramatic fate. 
If History is a testament of lies and truth,
can it be meditated by some who are
about to repeat the mistakes of the fools?
The astute will prevail in any given
circumstance, the dumb will be subdued
for his ignorance and imprudence.
Details | Epic |

The Punishment

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

www.sasamilivojev.com
Details | Rhyme |

Wherever I Stand It Will Be My Holy Land

Wherever I stand,
It will be my holy land!
Wherever I stand,
It will be my holy land,
Listen to what I say,
And read my lips Friend!
The world has dramatically changed,
And became difficult to re-fix or amend!
The world of double B, Bush and Blair,
The just, the right became wrong and unfair,
But who would question it now or care?
This reminds of the first boar,
Their entire war machine,
And camel's shit and sand, 
For what?
For a Bedouin, who can neither read? 
Nor understand,
The ethos of civilised manners,
Of what was once the Arabian nights' land?
Now, if you are referring to tyranny,
I can feed you with a torrent of tyrants,
In the age of globalised plenty,
These are many here and there starting from you,
From where it all began,
From where you are now dictating and 
From where you right now stand!
Uncle Sam made a partnership pact with Arabian Sheikhs,
And suddenly these unholy duos call each other ally and friend!
If you are after a might destruction,
Here you have Iraq, Libya, 
And now Syria and Yemen,
Difficult to re-fix, or to amend,
And Afghanistan long before them,
Suffered, fell down to its knees and 
Sunk into the bloody sand!
My brothers are not biological anymore,
My brothers are not genuine like before,
My true brothers are now those who stand 
By me, firm and denounce, protest,
And shout hands in hand!
For peace, justice solidarity that may blend,
Into one world motto and convey the message
The mighty message, to the tribesmen, 
The villager, the perceived enemy
And the friend!
Details | Free verse |

The Simple View

The process is easy, theory simple, action not complex at all

You tense a muscle, physics follows law and chemistry combines

The reality, as so often, is different

Your eyes blink in salt, your heart pounds, your lungs heave

Seems the biological part of the equation also causes a problem

Add to the mix neurology, you question, try logic, illogical, emotions like fear, panic, anger, rage

What then?



Of course, you have an inbuilt rail, training, purpose, objectives

In our lives, no matter the work, life, existence

We could apply the physics, biology and neurology, it fits, we could say it is our job, nothing more

My problem was that my tool of trade was not a pen or brush, a drill or keyboard

The thin steel curve of metal that my finger rested on still did its intended work

As I held my breath, steadied my heart, cleared my eyes, pulled the trigger, did the job

And let the physics and chemistry do theirs

As to the neurology? It remains for life

So, it is easy to remark that that’s what it was

Just another variation of work, that it has a value, it gives you purpose, defines what and who you are

Puts you in a box, adds a label so others can see

For me, it is such a complex list, a dynamic range, not easy

How we justify, rationalise, objectify, no matter what we do isn’t an easy path

If you drive a bus, clean a street, live your life at a desk, all are valued, all have their moments

No matter how I rationalise it all, I have to be completely honest here

I really do prefer the simple view

Jan 2022

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