#minefields
listening to sweet string music
played by street musicians
on both sides
of the now peaceful
Austrian-Hungarian border
in a landscape beautiful
cultivated and serene
the knowledge
that over many centuries
in this lovely landscape
the border was serious
and hundreds of thousands
lost their lives
in battles on minefields
in persecutions
almost brings tears to my eyes
in helpless anger
over humankind‘s inhuman waste
of lives
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
His childhood room sits atop of a minefield;
With words berating against the walls;
Breakfast comes in a belittling bowl;
As the lieutenants loiter within the halls.
Stand by, move cautiously;
You might set something off.
They're keeping close track of every move,
Perfect the execution or they'll disapprove.
Dare not to cry, keep those fears hidden;
Showing weakness around here is deadly forbidden.
Lost in the field of verbal grenades;
Thrown by those meant to provide him shelter.
It’s been 34 years since the war has happened;
Yet these minefields still exist somewhere in his mind;
I think his parents may have forgotten;
He wasn’t a commander, he was just a child.
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 8:54 PM UTC