WHITE TAPE DAY.. Rabija Hamidović
Pain and tears in the eye, the soul screams!
How to describe the suffering of mothers?
One hundred and two children of Prijedor,
in the prime of his youth, his heart began to beat
in one day!
From which child, should I start writing?
Every child is a diamond that the mother carefully keeps in her womb for nine months.
One hundred and two children, it's a lot when you count, and especially to give birth, feed, educate and hand over to the executioner, to take his life with one shot.
Today I will write about the youngest victim of Prijedor:
Velid Softić, a two-month-old baby.
On his hand, a white ribbon tied, marked every Bosniak, the target of the enemy,
a column of Bosniaks from Kozarac to Prijedor, a Chetnik dagger was waiting for them, a deep pit in Tomašica was waiting for them.
They were cut down by Chetniks, as if they were plastic dolls, not living beings!
The screams of innocent children froze the wings of the birds in the air, they stopped flying out of shame, they fell next to the dead children.
Wounded mothers, lying in a pool of blood,
they extend their hands towards the dead children, to embrace them for the last time.
One of the mothers whispered:
Stop people don't shoot, I'm giving my life for my son!
Velid is a baby! Just two months.
Are you going to kill the baby on breast milk? Stop don't shoot!
I will curse your ninth knee, the villain does not hear the cry of the mother, mows the baby in her arms.
One hundred and two children, let go of their souls in one day, rivers of blood flowed in the city of white ribbons.
On the children's feet, red poppies sprout, dew from the petals every morning.
Do mothers cry, or do poppies shed tears?
The blood of children flows through Prijedor,
among them Velid Softić.
And he was just a baby, on breast milk!
Why villains?
Are you happier people now, are you telling your kids that your hands up to your elbows are bloody? Do you tell your children why you wear the rank of duke?
Author - Rabija Hamidović
Zvornik, Bosnia and Herzegovina
How to describe the suffering of mothers?
One hundred and two children of Prijedor,
in the prime of his youth, his heart began to beat
in one day!
From which child, should I start writing?
Every child is a diamond that the mother carefully keeps in her womb for nine months.
One hundred and two children, it's a lot when you count, and especially to give birth, feed, educate and hand over to the executioner, to take his life with one shot.
Today I will write about the youngest victim of Prijedor:
Velid Softić, a two-month-old baby.
On his hand, a white ribbon tied, marked every Bosniak, the target of the enemy,
a column of Bosniaks from Kozarac to Prijedor, a Chetnik dagger was waiting for them, a deep pit in Tomašica was waiting for them.
They were cut down by Chetniks, as if they were plastic dolls, not living beings!
The screams of innocent children froze the wings of the birds in the air, they stopped flying out of shame, they fell next to the dead children.
Wounded mothers, lying in a pool of blood,
they extend their hands towards the dead children, to embrace them for the last time.
One of the mothers whispered:
Stop people don't shoot, I'm giving my life for my son!
Velid is a baby! Just two months.
Are you going to kill the baby on breast milk? Stop don't shoot!
I will curse your ninth knee, the villain does not hear the cry of the mother, mows the baby in her arms.
One hundred and two children, let go of their souls in one day, rivers of blood flowed in the city of white ribbons.
On the children's feet, red poppies sprout, dew from the petals every morning.
Do mothers cry, or do poppies shed tears?
The blood of children flows through Prijedor,
among them Velid Softić.
And he was just a baby, on breast milk!
Why villains?
Are you happier people now, are you telling your kids that your hands up to your elbows are bloody? Do you tell your children why you wear the rank of duke?
Author - Rabija Hamidović
Zvornik, Bosnia and Herzegovina
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