Dedicated to all camp survivors
They stole my freedom.
While I was squatting
Hungry and thirsty
Heads bowed
Blind and deaf
With tied hands
And torn sleeves
With a gun barrel
The end of the tense ear.
They stole a piece of the blue sky from me
To me, a man,
With a head full of nits
Without remorse
And have some shame
A piece of sky became a piece
Well, a little piece.
Until it is not
completely lost sight of.
They stole my pride.
And I remained silent.
In exchange for a life naked
Behind the barbed wire
Dreamed about his family
And a piece of sky
like a wounded bird.
I was a living skeleton.
And my ribs
Like silent keys
These deadly gigs
Without beginning and end
I had a shaved head.
And my eyes without shine, crying
And the faces of my friends, the same
From the infamous, dark room.
This picture from the memory album
I want to rip out forever,
And she always reminds me
As an uninvited guest he returns
Because everyone has their own price.
Kindness and naivety pay off.
I survived the beatings and hell.
Cut by the hateful edge of the sword
I fell to my knees.
And he rose again.
On the verge of madness and tears.
Now I walk freely.
With a tear in my eye
And nightmares
In one piece
With a thousand scars
With a pierced heart
And failed ideals.
Is this an irony of fate?!
Is my life too?
Mercilessly holy?!
Bird with broken wings
She got a piece of blue sky
But he can’t fly anymore.
My freedom has been restored.
And a stolen life
Semira Jakupovic
