The Man And Those Below Poem by Hasan Haskovic

How can one breathe
And not wonder why is it so?
How can one live
And not question the soul?
Broken swords, broken arms
Everything lies broken before me
Pillars of smoke and of ash
Rise into the heights
...'Why do the most beautiful moments
Fade away in a flash? ...'

Yes, I saw you
Staring me down
Across the field
Malice in heart, sword in hand
And you shouted,
'Today I stand! '
If only you saw
How calvish
Your manhood truly is
A mighty chest with a foolish heart
Have we not been just like this
From the mere start? ..

Always have we fled
From cruel reality
Always have we suffered
From the lack of singularity
Bashing our fists
Into the dreams of another

And if the shoes doesn't fit
Steal one from a brother

Why am I different?
How am I different?
Maybe because I shed tears
Maybe because I don't hide my fears
Or maybe because I'm just
Another faded line
In the disharmony of life
Born before my time
Inducted into a time of hatred
A time of strife

Too many questions
Whispers of uncertainty
Too much doubt
The hand of eternity
Not enough answers
The bitterness of reality

At least I don't suffer from
The lack of singularity