Millions of them
Friends for centuries
Lying there side by side
revived and living again
Masquerading as a weightless soul’s guide
They breathe from the same pore,
innocent witnesses of love and war
Thick blood, bitter wine, salty tears
Just a bad dream?
Real Balkan fears
A storied fort they hold
Apartments occupied by Ottoman gold
But their occupants suffer of shivery
Their minds are preoccupied
with Yugoslav misery
And now love fractures,
Hope fades and apathy triumphs?
Those granite stones
Braver than I, stronger than thee
Full of life, full of foresight
They know no downfall
They have absorbed all the bitter wine
And this time they masquerade
as love’s sunshine
So chin up little boy
Your Utopia is revived and living again
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