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Čemu sve te bombe i raketni napadi
to rušenje koje živote i zrak zagadi
vježbanje smrti koja će i tako doći
svi ćemo jednom u vječnost poći.

Te vatre koje crnilom dime i gore
ulaze kroz kožu i naše umne pore
pamte da bi se osvetnički vratile
da bi buduće generacije opet patile.

Smrt uvijek smrt ponovno traži
pristaje samo na zemaljske laži
interesi koji odgovaraju jačima
isključivo su ekonomska splačina.

Poredak koji vlastiti narod truje
dok u srcu pravdu i Boga psuje
na način da robove od ljudi stvara
kojima su ugrožena ljudska prava.

Gdje se financijski slabiji sustavno tlače
dok drugi šire i kroje po mjerilima hlače
zgrču više nego im treba za sto života
glume u letu tuđim sudbinama kopilota.

Igraju se bogova i povijest masakriraju
da bi stvorili privid da svoje pravo imaju
ali jedini je Bog vladar zemlje i neba
kadar pružiti sve što čovječanstvu treba.

“Ne ubij” je zapovijed koja vječno važi
koja se ne mijenja i svoj račun traži
nije na ljudima da oduzimaju živote
ni kada se brane u tome nema krasote.

Oružje je zlo koje ratove podjaruje
u njima samo smrt vlada i caruje
ljudsko srce dok vojne taktike stvara
otvara rane i jaz između zemlje i raja.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

What are all these bombs and rocket attacks for,
that destruction which pollutes lives and air?
Practicing death that will come anyway,
we’ll all one day set off for eternity.

Those fires that smoke and burn with blackness,
enter through skin and our mental pores,
remember so they can vengefully return,
so future generations suffer once more.

Death always seeks death again,
settles only for earthly lies,
interests that suit the stronger ones
are solely economic viscera.

An order that poisons its own people,
while cursing justice and God in its heart,
in a way that turns people into slaves,
whose human rights are under threat.

Where the financially weaker are
systematically crushed,
while others hoard and tailor
pants by their measures,
grabbing more than they need for a hundred lives,
playing co-pilots in the flight of others’ fates.

They play at gods and massacre history,
to create the illusion that they have their right,
but the only God rules earth and heaven,
able to provide all that humanity needs.

“Do not kill” is the commandment
that eternally holds,
unchanging, demanding its account,
it’s not for humans to take lives,
not even in defense—there’s no beauty in that.

Weapons are evil that fuels wars,
in them only death reigns and rules,
the human heart, while creating military tactics,
opens wounds and the chasm
between earth and paradise.

With love, Željka.