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.