LOVE IN BOSNIA

Soon the chicks will fly,
And will no more remember their mother,

Who will no more remember her chicks.

A grace or a curse,
I can never forget
Whatever has happened on Earth,
Not even the loneliness of God
Before the creation of Man,
Let alone the Bosnian girl
Who hanged herself today
On the kindest branch of a tree
On her way to Despair
Out of the cruel, treacherous Hope.

I wonder whether
It was before
Or after being raped
By a lost soldier,
When on Death she bestowed
Her whole virgin Love!
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