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” Gospodinova je zemlja i sve što je na njoj”
odavno je u zakonu zapisano i svi to znamo.
Ljudski sinovi baštine je po Njegovoj volji
da bi se sačuvala i da bi svijet postao bolji.

Svakom narodu po krvi i lozi samim rođenjem
nikada silom ili ustavnim predodređenjem
jer baš svaki sin zaslužuje dio svoje zemlje
da izgradi vlastito stvaralačko opredjeljenje.

Ne treba čovjeku puno da bi sretno živio
mukotrpni su plodovi rada da bi preživio
jer zemlja uvijek daje i više nego dosta
koliko god uložio viška mu uvijek osta.

Jer zemlja rađa, brazde joj se natapaju
sunce je grije i zrakama plodovi rađaju
samo pohlepa grabi i otima drugom iz usta
stvara nejednakost i duša ostaje pusta.

Resursi se obnavljaju, a još više se troše
uništava se priroda, a čovjeka potroše
stvara se kaos zbog interesa i profita
oružje je alat koji po tom terenu skita.

Nebo gleda dokle čovječanstvo može ići
pomoglo bi rado, ali teško mu je prići
jer ljudsko srce uznosito i prepuno zloće
tjera svoje i radi onako kako mu se hoće.

A patnja i boli koje društvo mučno ruše
ne znaju odakle vjetar dolazi, kamo puše
pa se ljudska srca taktikama proniču
iako ustrajni, polako se pravdi pomiču.

Svako vrijeme svoje bitke hrabro vodi
uvijek je bliže pravdi negoli toj slobodi
koja otpušta posjedovanje u temelju srži
kad se prima i zahvalno nebu ruke pruži.

Čovjek je u naravi to božansko stvorenje
koje treba i prima zemaljsko preobraženje
putnici smo i namirnici u ovome svijetu
poput jata skladnih ptica u nebeskom letu.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

The Lord’s is the land and all that is on it”
has long been written in law, and we all know it.
Human sons inherit it by His will alone,
to preserve it and make the world better grown.

To every nation by blood and lineage from birth,
never by force or constitutional decree’s girth,
for every son deserves his share of his land,
to build his own creative purpose, firsthand.

Man needs little to live happily true,
hard-earned fruits of labor help him through,
for the land always gives more than enough,
whatever he invests, surplus remains tough.

The land bears fruit, its furrows are watered deep,
sun warms it, rays make the harvest leap,
only greed grabs and steals from another’s mouth,
creating inequality, leaving the soul drought.

Resources renew, yet consume even more,
nature destroyed, man consumed to the core,
chaos born from interests and profit’s call,
weapons roam tools on that terrain’s thrall.

Heaven watches how far humanity can go,
would gladly help, but hard to approach so,
for human hearts proud and full of evil’s might,
drive their own way, doing what they think right.

The suffering and pains that society painfully break,
don’t know where wind comes from,
where it will take,
so human hearts pierced by tactics so sly,
though persistent, slowly toward justice they fly.

Every era bravely fights its own battles bold,
always closer to justice than to freedom’s hold,
which releases possession from
the heart’s deep core,
when grateful hands to heaven
are raised once more.

Man is nature’s divine creation so grand,
who needs and receives earth’s
transformation’s hand,
we’re travelers and sustenance in
this world we roam,
like harmonious flock of birds
in heaven’s home.

With love, Željka.

P.S.The Justice Trilogy
Three poems exposing monarchy’s lie, revealing the True King with thorns, and reclaiming God’s earth for every soul. From “Lažna kruna” (False Crown) → “Thorns of Truth” → “God’s True Land” – a poetic manifesto that justice belongs to all, not crowns.