Violinist

Violinist

Of all human evils
That happened in history
Bigger than Holocaust
It was not, and it will not be.

One Violinist was there
His life was a violin string
He made the bloody nest there
I'm telling you everything.

He had to wear the star
Because he was a Jew
That star was like a scar
For bloody nazi crew.

So he was the artist
Who reached the nazi camp
He was the one of the smartest
Anyway, he got a stamp.

At first, he had faith and hope
He fought as he knew and could
But slowly, he melted like soap
And totally surrendered.

The nazi butcher dug his eyes
Just because he looked at him
He felt like he dies
Nazi enjoyed his scream.

After that, he was like a shadow
He didn't look like a human being
He became dark, like a crow
He stopped to feel anything.

They called him once, to play,
The villains wanted it so
Their will was the only way
And only words that slaves know.

They found some old violin
And they gave it to him
Taught by their discipline
Inside that horrible brim.

He took it with his hands bony
His frail hands tremble
And in the depths of his agony
As a human he resembles.

Violine on his chin fits
He plays, without eyes
From the empty eye pits
He almost feels like he cries.

Without his eyes, taken
It seems to him like he dreams
Old memories are awaken
Like he is out, it seems.

The butcher suddenly begin to sing
He smells his horrible breath
Like a beast, with sharp and bloody fangs
He sings of blood and death

He cast a violin,
After the verses of blood
He couldn't listen to that terrible sin
From the mouth of an evil dud.

He desired death, and death came
He doesn't want to beg for his head
Every day is awful and same
Without eyes, he feels dead.

The wicked man fired at him
Brutally, without shame
He fell into the mud, by the violin
His blessed End came.

But then, a miracle happened,
The miracle happens to chosen one
He saw his last sunset, blind
And to the Heaven, his soul gone.

Writer: Zlatko Bato Zivkovic