Poem: Violence
Author: Marija Lazarević
God do you hear all my sighs,
Clear warnings that come to me all the time,
They pursue me I shout at violence, I retreat,
But grief and gall line up forever.
There is no law nor judiciary for atheists,
They are moving sacrifised souls off their way by yarn,
They are catching the weak in their net, the harmonious,
Together to fall in their doom.
It’s hard for one that unwillingly hesitate,
Who fights with despoilment for power, property,
Who spits on dear faith,
They say human is rare among people.