Hasan Haskovic Poems

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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