Saša Milivojev - THE STRANGER
Weary of World’s Pain
Stranger to the audience.
Stranger in the community and the family.
A stranger to one’s own mother,
A shadow to one’s own shadow,
A foreigner in the country of one’s own,
in every land he has been in
In the town he was born in
Abandoned by hope
in every town worldwide
on every planet one could find.
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A worldwise vagabond,
With disheartened face,
targeted by murderers and madman alike
Across distant deserts and seas
Windbourne with no goals or dreams.
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Betrayed by everyone,
Abandoned tranquilly
“friends” fiends,
He has forgiven them,
Perished to the infinite
Never to be back again.
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For noone will ache,
love or forgive,
man is a machine with nothing to give.
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All life in one suitcase
unsettled, macabre
soaring across dreary universe
homeless, roofless,
with no dreams or aim,
weary of World’s pain.
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Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
About the Creator
Saša Milivojev
Saša Milivojev (Sasha Milivoyev) is a famous writer, poet, journalist columnist and political analyst...
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