Peace Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic
Peace
Guns are silent,
here came the "peace",
but I still harbor
some strange unease;
unease of the one
who better deserves,
but wrongly convicted,
the life sentence serves,
the one who in peace
wastes away the years
of his injured life
which, ever shorter,
a trace of hope steals
from his ill-fate's wills.
Unease of the one sentenced
to someone else's peace.
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4/25/2024 4:36:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Zoran, such a fine poem👍👍👍