Black, my soul

Black,  my soul
 is the color of mourning
 on this clear spring day
 where the sky is dropping bombs
 with exotic names on a land
troubled and tortured  by hatreds,
 planted  generations ago.

 And as always happens in spring,
 the blackbirds  who claim Kosovo,
 from time immemorial,
 are bravely singing their mating songs
 competing  with the sirens
 and explosions  that blossom
 out of the deadly air.

 Blackbirds may be  the only winners
 in this senseless game. b the root of the word Kosovo comes from the greek word Kossyphopedio: field of blackbirds.