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Refugees

 

The old woman left a century year

And went across the water,

Wad of all, taking child's hand,

mother went to be a refugee.

Even old women faded legs,

have to go in ranks and be  a refugee ...

 

The smell of burning lingered ...

The blue cloud became gray,

eyes ask the doorstep

with the hope that someone will come back alive ...

 

all the face writhing in pain,

Do I have to be a refugee ...

 

Stone they stepped, is crying .

It is not clear too,

as those feeble desparate children,

in uncertainty move.

all the face writhing in pain,

Do I have to be a refugee ...

 

Fireflies lanterns is the only light ,

The firefly is a refugee to be ...

 

Pigeon cooing choked  the cry ...

No more freedom ...

wanted to go just one more time

and see the cereals container.

even doves, birds of peace

have to be refugees?

IZBJEGLICA

Starica ostavi vijek godina

I krenu preko vode,

Zamotuljak svega, dijete za ruku,

u zbijeg majka ode.

Zar i noge oronule starice,

Moraju u redove za izbjeglice...

 

Miris paljevine osta...

Oblak plav postade siv,

pogleduju u kućni prag

s nadom da će se neko vratiti živ...

 

Grči se svima od bola lice,

Zar moramo u izbjeglice...

 

Kamen na koji gaze, plače...

Nejasno je i njemu,

što nejač u neizvjesnost,

s očajem krenu.

Grči se svima od bola lice,

zar moraju u izbjeglice.

 

Svjetlost im je fenjer svica,

I svitac je izbjeglica...

Golubovo gugutanje uguši plač...

Nema više slobode...

Htio je samo još jednom

do silosa da ode.

I golubi mira ptice

dobiše status izbjeglice?

War Protest

 

How to start writing a letter,

While bloody ruins badly hurt,

I do not know how I feel at this time

Each ruin, pain, burning sensation ...

 

No, no consolation! I have a soul!

They kill our children childhood,

Home roof, school, bridge, road, hospital,

All over ruins, flaming echoes ...

 

Grenade’s flare steals me a vision

fracture of existence disputes a consciousness

 with a magic button you're holding me hope,

there is an exit, your voice tells me ...

 

I move to you, the bridges are falling down,

River rapids fracture my thighs,

craters suffocating meadow flowers,

 stealing my homeland rainbow.

 

You say, new mornings will come,

The stars know to give a glow to the night,

There’s fireflies light  in the darkness

your eyes, my dawn.

PROTEST RATU

Kako početi pisati pismo,

Dok krvava zgarišta bolno ječe,

Ne znam šta mislim u ovom času

Svaka ruševina, boli, peče…

 

Ne, nema utjehe! Dušu imam!

Djetinstvo ubijaju našoj  djeci,

Dom ruše, školu, most, drum, bolnicu,

Svuda zgarišta, plameni odjeci…

 

Odbljesak granate vid mi krade,

lom svijesti postojanje spori,

čarobnim štapom čuvas mi nade,

izlaz postoji, tvoj glas mi govori…

 

Krecem ka tebi mostovi se ruše,

Riječni brzaci bedra mi lome,

Livadu cvjetnu krateri guše,

Dugu kradu zavičaju mome.

 

Kažeš, obzorja će nova doći,

zvijejzde znaju sjaj dati noći,

Svjetlost svica u tami se nadje

Moje svanuće su tvoje oči.

 

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