Fathers shape their sons Angels in the snow. Children wave their arms, Leaving on the white Ground their body's charms, Dreaming of safe flight. Under soldiers' guns Camera crews show Mothers on the run.
But where do they go, The snows of Sarajevo? Where do all the angels go?
Do they flock in rows For water, firewood, food, Then scatter when a sniper's Bullet ricochets, Or have they become ciphers Buried in mass graves? Answers nations know Fuel this bitter feud: Blood snows upon snow.
But where do they go, The snows of Sarajevo? Where do all the angels go?
Will this taste of blood From ethnic murderers Be carried by the snows That reach to Arkansas? Reluctantly we close Borders and withdraw Blessings, to keep us good Technocrat voyeurs Bathed in angels' blood.
But where do they go, The snows of Sarajevo? Where do all the angels go?
Song: Angels in the Snow
ReplyDeleteafter Villon
Fathers shape their sons
Angels in the snow.
Children wave their arms,
Leaving on the white
Ground their body's charms,
Dreaming of safe flight.
Under soldiers' guns
Camera crews show
Mothers on the run.
But where do they go,
The snows of Sarajevo?
Where do all the angels
go?
Do they flock in rows
For water, firewood, food,
Then scatter when a sniper's
Bullet ricochets,
Or have they become ciphers
Buried in mass graves?
Answers nations know
Fuel this bitter feud:
Blood snows upon snow.
But where do they go,
The snows of Sarajevo?
Where do all the angels
go?
Will this taste of blood
From ethnic murderers
Be carried by the snows
That reach to Arkansas?
Reluctantly we close
Borders and withdraw
Blessings, to keep us good
Technocrat voyeurs
Bathed in angels' blood.
But where do they go,
The snows of Sarajevo?
Where do all the angels
go?
[one of my old poems from the 1980's]
Dr. Mike