BIRTH OF THE NEW CENTURY

Poem by: Milosh Gjergj Nikolla - Migjeni

To us children of the new century,
that we left the old man in his "house".
we brought the fist to fight
between new wars
and win me over...
To us children of the new century,
the sprouts of an earth rimun with tears,
where the sweat of the forehead was wasted -
that our soil was bitten by a foreigner
and in the stupidity they had to be paid very expensively.
To us children of the new century,
your brother is born and raised in mourning,
when our last minute sounded
and luck
one day they told me:
We don't want to lose
in the bloody game of human history,
no! no! we don't like property losses -
we need a car!
conscience, conscience and free thought!
We don't need it, for sake
of old Kalbsinas, who require "remediation",
to sink back into the pool of misery
to mourn again the song of sadness,
the monotonous, soulless, sklavnis song –
to be a thorn stuck in people's brains.
To us children of the new century,
I jerk you and light up your weight,
among the new wars we have met
and for victory I fell asleep.