This is a poem about priests and barbarians, and their different understanding of life.


Priests


They knelt
and calmly waited
for the barbarians to come
and cut them all apart
like golden wheat.
And the barbarians were cutting
until their arms became
painful and the swords blunt.

Then, their arms hurt,
today, their hearts.





Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:25

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