July the Eleventh

Written by Nermin DONLAGIC

There are poems that cannot endure words
Because words are often so frail.

So weak are my rhymes written in pain
To transfer my pain on paper plain.

But this is not poem of pain
This is a poem of truth,
And the truth, only the truth
Can alleviate true pain!

The truth that should be known 
And must be known!
People lack the knowledge of our pain,
As Sahara does rain,
Of the mothers’ cry
On the Eleventh of July.

The Eleventh of July.

New York’s September the Eleventh
Is known to all on the Earth.

Let them know!
They should know!
The day when many Americans died
And when we, Bosnians, together
With American mothers, and sisters cried.
And who knows about Bosnian
July the Eleventh?!
Who knows about Srebrenica?!
Who cares for our mothers, sisters,
Brothers, children?
Who brokenheartedly mourns
Bosnia’s July the Eleventh
At Srebrenica?!

Who knows?

We who know the full truth
Must not forget it, forever.
Those who do not know,
Let them now know!

In the year 1995 of Our Lord,
On the Eleventh day of July,
And a few days more,
In Srebrenica,
In Europe,
Ten thousand of Bosnian Muslims
Were murdered by merciless monsters.

For only a couple of days,
To kill ten thousand Bosnian Muslims
In such a brutal ways.