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Bosnia Tune To Burma Tune?
- Subject: Bosnia Tune To Burma Tune?
- From: tmyint@xxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 15 Feb 1996 21:23:00
B O S N I A T U N E
As you yourself a scotch,
crush a roach, or check your watch,
as your hand adjust your tie,
people die.
In the towns with funny names,
hit by bullets, caught in flame,
by and large not knowing why,
people die
In small places you don't know
of, yet big for having no
chance to scream or say good-bye,
people die.
People die as you elect
new apostles of neglect,
self-restraint, etc -- whereby
people die.
Too far off to practice love
for thy neighbor/brother Slav,
where your cherubs dread to fly,
people die
While the statues disagree,
Cain's version, history
for its fuel tends to buy
those who die
As you watch athletes score,
check your latest statement, or
sing your child a lullaby,
people die
Time, whose sharp blood-thirsty quill
parts the killed from those who kill,
will pronounce the latter tribe
as your type.
By Joseph Brodsky
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Note: Joseph Brodsky, the poet, won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1987.