On The Death Of Nick Berg Poem by Przemyslaw Musialowski

From all the horrors
that can happen to a man,
with life being a constant lottery of death
from life's beginning to life's end,
the worst has happened to you:
you became a bargaining card,
of those who, under the guise of God,
are devout servants of the Antichrist.

Loneliest of souls in a foreign land,
icy fear filled you constantly from the inside
like waves of a dark sea with no end in sight;
hopelessness that can be experience only firsthand.

Your fate has not made you richer in any way,
masked barbarians cut your throat
like you were merely a pig or a cow.

You were careless
like a kite in the blue sky,
regardless of the predators
lurking all around

a sad ominous warning
for other careless kites.


'The bad thing was that he never listened to anyone.' 'His carefree nature may have contributed to his untimely death.' Washington Post