Bosnia - Poem by Anthony Torres
In a country gone mad they lay embraced in death,
A Muslim and a Serb who loved amidst dread.
Racing toward freedom; seeking fulfillment in life,
Their quest for love and marriage ended with a bullets bite.
In a last painful gesture of care and compassion,
She placed her arm over him in a loving expression.
The "differences" they had overcome in their young lives,
Left them lying for days unclaimed by either side.
No lessons have been learned by this tragic example
As the war goes on and young and old are trampled.
The past and present seem helplessly entwined
As humanity withers and erodes in decline.
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