Cross & TridentA Poem by Tomislav Petricevic
A man payed for choosing neither God nor Satan, and the war between those two slowly destroyed the world...
A footprint in the mud,
Washed away by the rain,
A small trace of existence,
Left behind in pain.
Small leaves are soaring high,
Like falcons cutting air,
A burnt church crumbling,
Echoes of a forgotten prayer.
A war raged among these lands,
Religions clashed their thoughts,
Crooked visions clouded minds,
Vile hands tied the knots.
I stood there in the crossfire,
Refusing to take a side,
When a sharp cross pierced my heart,
And a trident crushed my pride.
My last sight left me dying there,
And wondering all the same,
Because the one who died for all of you,
Was crying bloody tears of shame.
I left the world forever that day,
All for your sinister plans,
You can hide it but He will know,
My blood is on your hands.
© 2012 Tomislav Petricevic
Slavonski Brod, Slavonija, Croatia
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