HEROES LONERS / Poem by Ibrahim Honjo

Poem by Ibrahim Honjo

 

HEROES LONERS

What are 133 heroes doing here
133 loners
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the day
Without screams
And without a voice
Are they guarding my homeland
Or showing coiled grapevines
Perhaps embroidered lace
Shields and swords
Bows and arrows
Spears and spiked clubs
Crosses
Or illustrating humanity and charm
Or are they teaching us how to write the Bosnian Cyrillic script
BROTHERHOOD
HARMONY
EQUALITY
UNITY

What are 133 heroes doing here
133 loners
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the day
Without screams
And without a voice

Are green waters of the rivers that connect us
Guarding the silence and peace dominating necropolis
Or are they illustrating humanity and charm
Of some distant times
Teaching us to write the Bosnian Cyrillic script
And how to live together
And
How we have to protect our homeland
From ourselves
And
How to remain human beings
And to exist
Barefoot and dry
And generous
On this rocky
Above all proud
On this common homeland

We were born on the stone
And we are going to lie under the stone

Ibrahim Honjo, “Enigma from the stone”

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