Tears

In this theatre we call humanity
echoes a thunderous cry of shattered children’s hearts
the enemy roars shamelessly,
they scatter Palestina, but they can never kill God.

Shame on all cruel souls,
mourn your frozen laughter
heaven will carry the burden of clouds
illuminating the darkness, that griveous rafter.

Disguises conceal the countenance of the beast
while the everlasting grace whispers softly,
innocent smiles are stolen, I can hear the scream.
Patience endures long but conquers mercilessly.

Arrogant haughtiness, forsake all hope,
your pomp is fleeting as dry leaves,
eternity descends down the slope,
tears will sing where angels gleam. 

Ana Petrovic was born on 05.02.1985 in Serbia, where she still lives. She wrote a book of poems that is not published yet, but finished medical school with a VI degree. Many of her songs are published in magazines and on portals. Some of them are translated into English. She has been working on special programs with kids who have  paralysis cerebralis. She likes working with kids as much as she likes poetry.