This is a poem about man's spiritual blindness.
Behind the rifle, and a barrel.
Behind the shield and the armour.
Behind the incomprehensible language
and a strange name.
Behind the different skin colour
and way of living.
Behind the ancient and frequently
renewed hatred,
there is watching you - your own
brother.
...
Behind the dusty and ragged
clothes, and hollow-eyed,
there is looking at you
your starving
face of a child.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:29
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Behind
Behind the rifle, and a barrel.
Behind the shield and the armour.
Behind the incomprehensible language
and a strange name.
Behind the different skin colour
and way of living.
Behind the ancient and frequently
renewed hatred,
there is watching you - your own
brother.
...
Behind the dusty and ragged
clothes, and hollow-eyed,
there is looking at you
your starving
face of a child.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 464 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:29
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