Emmiliy Emma Wolf
Look at your home, angel
Vojkan Borisavljević
Fish soup
Look at your home, angel,
and remove the cobwebs from your eyes.
You will see shocking scenes,
you will see the unhappy and the sick,
you will see misery, death and misery.
Look at the flock, angel,
all the cripples and beggars themselves,
the blind wander in the crowd,
everyone's spines were broken,
they expect salvation from you.
Look at the dredger, angel,
their soul is cursed,
they put ammunition on everyone,
built themselves temples,
their hands soaked in blood.
Raise your sword, angel,
remember the crusades,
remember the broken necks,
when you go to God for the truth,
may peace reign in your soul.
Hear prayers, angel,
sometimes the enemies screamed,
so be an avenging angel.
Let them feel on their skin,
which means misery, fear and pain.
