[this poem was written due to the awful situation in Kosovo
two years ago, and is dedicated to the misfortuned ones, who
has to suffer from the stupidity of those who are in charge
of them to this very day - especially in our bloody
country]


No words enough to describe how strange it seems
To see us as figures of clay
formed in their hands in anyway they please
The way the light of our spirit dims
is just one shooting away
from where its darkness would increase

What we keep away from our eyes
and the words we struggle to not say
shall not be washed with the rain
never more will we feel empathy with our cries
since it'd have been one shooting away
to burn our eyes with crocodile tears again

And where many a child's tears left marks of blood
we chose to swallow their lies rather than chew the cud
And where innocent life is taken, just one shooting away
our absolute oblivion would make that genocide stay
So we mustn't allow those strangers decide what's gonna be
For they're too proud or too great or too small to see
'cuz one shooting away is the space in between
and we must close the distance before we give way
to that darkness from within





February 1999