Occupy Poetry

Fifty Years

BY Ivo Skoric

Fifty years
Every greyish morning
Going to their secure
Yet very boring, ordinary jobs
They said hi to each other
As if they were best friends

Fifty years
They waited for the green light
Counting their days
Remembering every ominous gesture
So patiently
To spill the red blood
Of each other



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