Hasan Haskovic

At first there was light
The voice of unknown
Beauty and purpose
Something into which we are grown
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The whips of slavers are the supposed directive
To correct all the errors in one man's perspective
We are what we fear
Freedom and peace are not the world's intent
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Buildings fences and burning bridges
Raising defenses and diggin ditches
- it's all we've come know
Once young, deemed to be just for show
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The place from where I came
Beneath the silence and the blame
Has stood upon the barren plain
Of my wanderings, of my shame
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Aren't you tired of these cages?
Aren't you tired of no changes?
Your drained face is the answer
Your empty eyes the reply
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It's not deliberate
Merely common misconception
The way the wheels turn
Without purpose, without direction
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Everything, everything
Seemed stoic
Reasonable at the time
Just five years old
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The primordial fire in my blood
Upon the stone on which I was born
Was emblazoned on the chest of slaves
Carried upon banners in the coming storm
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Never really sought answers
Never really gave them much consequence
Always tried to find something to blame
About how nothing ever seems to change
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Petals crimson
Crowning the red rose
Were bands for the parting kiss
With which you left my praise
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They become another excuse
These self-destructive habits that I've kept
Good deities far prone to misuse
And it is the nights un-slept
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To me it seems
That it does not come from dreams
My darling
For the love i harbor for you alone
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Bitter, bitter thoughts
Manifested, stagnated
A overflow of memories
Of my love, my hatred
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Somewhere, not far from here, my dear
There's a lake that still recalls our name
Or rather, a body of clear water
In which our reflections tangled as we played our game
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Slowly slipping into decadence
Perhaps to leave some room for silence
But even though I have so much to give
I can not seem to grasp the ideals of the life I live
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Always bent
On proving things have never changed
Maybe it's just
That the set pieces are rearranged
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Once afraid the world
Would have no room for grandeur such as mine
Plans have been made, but quickly to rest laid
My ambition withered away with the passing of time
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Never lacking opportunity to falter
Yet never finding one to shine
Many ways to steal what belongs not to me
And thus lose all that is mine
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Given time, as a child, unaware
I took the moment to relish in the gift of sentience
Everything sublime, everyone smiled, everywhere
Nothing seemed to hold any relevance
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To begin with the undeniable
Things I've done wrong
Victories won, hills climbed
Didn't make me strong
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