KOSOVO

[Robert Harrison]

KOSOVO

Oh Kosovo, my Kosovo, beautiful land of my birth,
Where are your brave sons? As dust of the earth?
The soil cries out with the red of their spilt blood,
You our dear ones, who against an enemy stood.
In defiance of their tyranny you raised your voice,
Not bowing to an evil demand, that was your choice.
We who are left will remember with weeping our sons,
Though your graves are torn asunder by satanic guns
We will rebuild, not in stone but by birth of new blood,
Who will stand on the soil where our brave sons once stood.

I think I read someone asking that a poem might be written
about Kosovo. This one came to me while I was sitting in the
Mormon Temple in Brisbane, Queensland last night.

 

[O.C.]

We are all sons and neighbours, no one owns a country the earth is free to everyone wherever they may roam but man has been programmed to own and control sections of the Earth, who did the programming ?
What A mess he,they or she did
Half liked ya poem but...........