Poezie
At least united
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Mediu
At least united, they sang from their graves
The henchmen and their victims, rotten soil
Their voices rising in a sad turmoil
And asking just a question
„Oh, why me?
Born in a little, almost unknown town
I was a little perfect song, a proudish boy
With childish freckles, a perfect toy
For all my aunts, just pride and joy
And then a fine young adult, loved by a girl
With nice and healthy features, making me a child
Already in Arcadia...dreaming a confort life
And then the war came, just in a sudden way
It was my duty, as a soldier and a man
To go and let me killed to rich the land
And then it came, just in a sunny day
Brief railway farewell with all their cries
With all their sad, unspoken truth
And then, together with my comrades
Cheered in my extra dissapearing act
An escapist from life, and not yet dead
I knew my soul was lost, oh, long before
A bullet with my name on it transformed me into gore
Oh, why me?”
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