Images of Kosovo
People walk slowly, their backs hunched
Against the cold hard stares of the soldiers.
They carry small bundles, remnants of
Their mean little lives lived in hatred.
A woman watches as her son is cuffed
As he passes by the sneering group
Of men who's only pleasure in this life
Seems to be derived from the pain and
Sorrow they can inflict during the
Continuing bouts of ethnic cleansing.
She watches the set to his shoulders
And knows in her heart, all the dreams
For his future are lost as the cycle of
Hatred continues, neverending.
Her tears fall silently into the dust,
Leaving small glistening jewels
Where hope's greenery may take hold.