In the snows
of Sarajevo
Such a lovely place
to kill.
Don’t you know
the ground is melting
still so may graves
to fill ?
*
Listen: Mother Earth
is singing
Like a woman
in a cell
hungry soon she’ll smoke
our shriveled
souls like cigarettes
from hell.
*
In this place
there is no grieving
breath is life
and death is birth
underneath the ground
She’s breathing
Don’t you understand
her thirst
*
Blood does not remember
violence
Only Christ will
judge my worth
Maybe soon He'll
give us silence
Until then, let's feed
the earth
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