Tito's Orphans Poem by alex sarich

Their son's now listening slowly to the chorus

of voices resonant above Danube's flowing

blood from past killings, through a city, named

Belgrade meaning white town with stone

walls echoing names of heroes, villains of past

and present, stirring memories of turmoil,

once a monolithic state ruled by Celts, Romans,

Austro Hungarians, and Turks of the Ottoman Empire

only to be replaced by a Serbian society and culture

a voice of pain within from the ashes of the past

grief at present, hope for the future youth.

bringing clarity from other leaders redeeming

all evil to a journey to parity without question.