ON COMMUNISTS
By Zlatko Pranjic
They were terrible
I always wince when others reminisce
How we fared under them – terrible
But I still choose to listen
I listen to my forefathers chewing crap
I listen to worms chewing my forefathers
I listen to their hungry sons who had nothing to chew
I can also hear the sob of their mothers
It rebounds from the sound of a Titoist marching song
Bastards, all of them who mixed with the other sides
I listen to stories about the pledge of silence
The romantic Adolph-like aspiration
Belonging to the great and good of today
Stories about God being expelled and secret baptisms
In a country of religious rights.
The Jesus-like calvary of the vanquished
As the people celebrate instead of mourningI listen about the lack of freedom, their arrogant path to riches
Earned by others
How they piss on the poorI listen to the sobs of the poor
But can’t make out if they come out of the windows
Or from the moaningSo there I am listening to stories of hardship
Under Tito’s tough bootI listen but don’t remember a thing
- Zlatko Pranjic - Broken English
