Poem of Maya Milojkovic /Serbia

 

ZVEZDE

Radujemo se novogodišnjim zvezdama koje krase naše ulice na Zapadu 

dok zvezdana kiša ubija gladnu decu i boji njihove ulice u crveno 

Da, tamo na Istoku...

Sve je uništeno, obezvređeno i ljudi su postali uniženi kao robovi bez ljudskih prava.

Oni pate i ne čuju druge dok slave niti mi što slavimo čujemo njihov glas.

Da li je Bog srećan kada vidi da su ljudi postali neljudi?

Životinje ubijaju kada su gladne,

a čovek ubija kada mu je srce prazno

i kad pameti nema da u tuđoj zemlji gradi svoj dom na dečijoj krvi.

Mi imamo slobodu hocemo li pristupiti Anɗelima ili Demonima,

ali nas ljudi toliko mnogo ima, da ja ni dvogledom ne mogu videti ni plemenite ljude a kamoli pero anđeoskog krila.

Zvezde su noćas pale na Zemlju i tu i ostale.

Maja Milojković

Srbija

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STARS

We are joyful about the Christmas stars that adorn our streets in the West while star rain kills hungry children and paints their streets red

Yes, there in the East...

Everything was destroyed, devalued and people became humiliated as slaves without human rights

They suffer and do not hear others while celebrating,

nor do we who celebrate hear their voices.

Is God happy when He sees people become inhuman?

Animals kill when they are hungry,

and man kills when his heart is empty

and when he does not have the sense when he builds his home in a foreign country on the blood of children.

We have freedom whether we want to approach Angels or Demons,

but there are so many of us, that I can't even see noble people with binoculars,

let alone the feather of an angel's wing.

The stars fell to Earth last night and stayed there.

Maya Milojkovic

Serbia