Thinking of Kosovo, a poem

Thinking of Kosovo (2002)

The slave is singing and the moon appears,
whisperig the song of the lost peace.
This is perhaps the last tear
in this bloody world.
The slave is suffering and sharpens his tools
to break his chains,
but he's only breaking the last part of his life.
The shadow is filling in black the earth and the bombs.
The slave is dreaming of real freedom
to enjoy some day.
Suddenly he listens to stories
that talk about slaves and war.
Bloody battles stained in red.
And he sings no more.