ELVIRA KUJOVIĆ

ELVIRA KUJOVIĆ

SYRIA

If I were an eagle

my wide wings

would carry me there,

where nobody wants to go.

There, where every morning

is as dark as evening.

There, where man kill other man, o man!

There, where tears flow like rivers

where blood is redder

than everywhere.

There, where the child

is crying for their father

and the son is crying

for his mother,

And the wise man is crying for the truth.

There, where the roses of Damascus don’t smell

and the lovers don’t sigh in love anymore.

There, where gate Bab –Tuma is destroyed,

and where people once

each other met and loved,

there is no gate. no more.

The people disappeared

they all are gone.

Nobody meets

each other anymore

Nowhere.

Neither in the mosque

nor in the church

to pray.

There, where human pride is treaded

and it does not hurt anyone.

There, where beautiful eyes grey

are buried in the clay.

But, I want to go there,

through the empty streets

I will walk

Singing, praying and begging.

Please stop killing each other

And please come back home.

Please come back home my child,

because without you

a mother’s heart has already died.

And you need to know

That it is better to die

In your house

holding a lovely hand

than to die on foreign land

dying for days, months and years

alone with so many tears.

Syria cries and begs,

come back, my children

without you there is no sense.

NOBODY HELPS

(For Palestine)

Nobody helps us,

nobody understands

nobody does feel the pain

nobody has the rain

every day

in their hearts.

Nobody lost the sun

in such artistic way to live,

surrounded by a fance

like sheep in a field

where the people lost their pride,

above them, hangs always black cloud.

Nobody, nobody has so much strength

in the burying of their daughters and sons.

Nobody has so much patience and hope to win,

Against evil as Palestine people.

THE TRUTH

Women pregnant with pain

buried with the naked truth,

at the man`s cross crucified,

her children loved her heels,

she showed them the way

with bloody fear,

she followed them everywhere.

Little breast suckled them

through the dreams

she guided them,

she was fearless for them.

Woman pregnant with pain

Buried with the truth

at father`s cross crucified

in her mouth disappeared word

as in a wood

her words died

they were never

understood.

Her bruised sky

cries for her and faithfully

loved the woman on the cross.

Woman pregnant with the truth

Is forever buried

under the man`s foot.

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ELVIRA KUJOVIĆ

ELVIRA KUJOVIC was born in Novi Pazar –Serbien She is mother of three children and lives in Germany. She started to write 2013 and has issued two books of poems. The first book was published in Berlin in 2016 and bears the name (Ein Gedicht schreit auf aus meiner Brust) The second book was published in Belgrade -Serbien and bears the name (Love and fear)