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#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
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
music of the border
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.
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 8:54 PM UTC
Minefields in His Room