Vitez To Gornji Vakuf Poem by Damon K Godfrey

Bon, bon, čokolade?
Rumbling through the town.
Sniper in the tree-line,
Snow upon the ground.

Shelling at the factory,
Prisoner exchange at dawn.
Mujahadeen on horseback,
With campfires burning strong.

Mines are in the roadway,
Checkpoint up ahead.
Locals drunk on Pivo,
Wishing they were dead.

Lots of bodies lying,
Fallen on the ground.
Some were tied and crying,
Tortured, shot and bound.

Couldn't really do much,
Orders were to look.
UN Blue Berets wondering,
Playing it by the book.

Children with happy faces,
Pleased to be our friends.
Shame it was in Europe,
The sadness never ends.