A vanishing life along these cobbled streets,
endless grey days of August in the Balkans
At heart my Orthodox soul grieves
for these long centuries of despair
and for all the bodies that were left there.
Landless, we were robbed by the Turks,
our churches smashed,
our daughters raped
our sons taken as Janniseries
to return to us as the sultan's savages.
Even in holy Constantinople
we buried our dead at night
out of sight of these strutting converts.
Renegade Croats, Serbs,
who spat on their compatriots
and took the Turkish gold.
Our memories have lasted for 800 years
Our faces ground further into the mud
by the 13th SS Handzar brigade.of Nazi Muslim turncoats.
Finally, NATO bombed holy Kosovo
back to the sixteenth century
as the Turkish-Albanians took
the holy Serb land.
Count the bodies left behind
out of sight and out of mind.