TRAINS FROM THE SOUTH
The dismal air ignites the tracks
is the steel strong enough?
trains thunder from the south
into pitch darkness.
Life is a winding track
truth loses its breath
inside, a chilling silence
while outside, darkness and fear.
Worried faces, grey
women in mourning, children crying, men smoking
the track trembles like a living thing
even steel is not without soul.
Enough of futile sacrifices
they flee because they're afraid
the lifeless czar gazes sadly upon them
from an empty bottle.
What a dreadful force
man or beast
a two-headed bird with black wings
determines the direction of the trains.
No, these are not ugly dreams
sometimes life is just so
long gone are the decayed forefathers
while children rot alive.
Kind God, hide your face
and flee from this world
where they violate little girls
at the age of eleven.
Pitch black darkness offers no help
force mocks justice
whistle stretched out in the empty night
trains thunder from the south.
Summer '86, Belgrade
Vladimir Pantović
Duboka, istinita, i tragična pesma koja je u svakom svom stihu večni spomenik i neprolazna slika patnje i stradanja našeg naroda.
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