Do we need again in our house / Serb–cutters to call off / Those oblivious / To the nightmare / Of Jastrebarsko &  Jasenovac, / To notorious Child camps

Children in Jasenovac (Photo: Politika)

Are there still little footprints left
In mourning and speechlessness,
In mud, ln chlld·camps,
In self–destruction mode,
Without any human code,
In that house of death and grief,
Where knife and sword,
Where hammer, where gas,
Where beasts are let on infants
To tear them apart.
Beasts in the human shape,
From which the infants
Could not escape.

Oh, Heavenly Maker,
How many times to multiply death,
Time and Again,
Time and Again.
Those suffering Witness that
Even Your Justice
Sometimes comes late.
Satan’s reapers in their bloody feast,
Terrifylng like a beast,
ln their cold-blooded peace,
Tore little arms
As in a deadly Iiturgy of horror,
Murdering already murdered,
Time and again,
Time and Again.
And you, Heavenly Maker,
Where have you been,
If all of that have you not seen?

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Those lonesome little footprints
Staring at us from dark,
Through mists of a lifetime,
Made crucial mark,
Asking from us only
To grow to be Humans again
And point out
To those lnhumans,
Who hidden behind swastika,
And Ustasha and Nazi symbolic,
Executed crimes diabolic,
Extеrminated,
Uprooted,
Annihilated.
Never once taking a break
From ghastly business
Of lives they did take.

Do we need again in our house
Serb–cutters to call off
Those oblivious
To the nightmare
Of Jastrebarsko & Jasenovac,
To notorious Child camps,
To the bottomless killing-pits,
Thousands and thousands
Of slaughtered kids,
To the black scarves
And heartbreaking screams
Which took away
all of their dreams.
Seemingly so afar,
As if forgetting
The children’s abattoir.
But it indeed is weaved
ln every day,
LEST WE FORGET,
As for oblivion,
We would pay all
a dearly toll.

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Tags: Јасеновац, Љиљана Браловић, деца логораши, Jasenovac, Ljiljana Bralovic