I HAVE NO CANNONS ,I CANNOT ROAR
Poem inspired by a friend from Bosnia who I met on a public bus while touring the city of Copenhagen,Denmark
A place I would have not ventured
A place I would have not been
Unforeseen circumstances, we met
Thus ,your story began.
The life you lived , a country you still love
You're woven into its fabric and nourished your soul.
The ravages of war stripped you of your being .
You are left standing amidst the remnants of smoke and coal.
Rubbles against rubbles,your prison awaits
Family , your life , vanished to oblivion. .
Thrown into ashes,blown by ferocious wind.
Young life mercilessly tattered in vain.
Nothing left ,but your will to live.
Forced to flee, your tender heart bleeding.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
No gleam of hope, survival, millions of miles away.
Caged by walls that shielded your peace
Now, caged by the same walls in tears and grief.
A warrior of tenacity
The only weapon left.
Danger always on the prowl.
Take heart my friend ,take heart
Amidst the slings and arrows of life .
Peace will smile once more.
Life is kind to the kind and life is kind to the unkind.
My Bosnian friend,My best friend and Me- COPENHAGEN 2011
