The Soldier of Poverty
(to great-grandfathers)
For whom did you bleed,
soldier of poverty?
For whom
did you kiss the picture
of your native land...
in the expanse of foreign
fertile fields?
For whom did you
endure fierce battles,
the darkness of Cer,
the glorious Kolubara,
the horrors of Drina,
the Albanian Golgotha;
Refused surrender,
a kiss in the lap
of enraged hordes,
for whom
did the proud perish,
your grandfather, father, brother!?
For whom did you
shed tears and sweat,
from your wound flowed
deadly pus!;
you endured hunger,
aged before your time,
yet you were young!
For whom?
"For your people!";
Not for money,
not for power,
but for loyalty and honor!
Eternal silence
without the sound of cannons,
without the cries from trenches,
are his only reward!
"Hail to you, soldier of poverty."
Igor Tintor