Did you bleed when you kissed
the doors of the Employment Bureau
finding out that there’s no job for you
Did you survive another winter with unpaid gas bills
and iciness between four walls?
Did you find enough coins
in your back pocket
to buy a loaf of bread?
Did you spit in the face of a cop
who arrested you just because you
wander around looking subversive
and smelling like ANARCHY and REvolution?
Did it hurt when the security guy,
two meters tall gorilla,
hit your kidneys with his boots?
WHERE ARE THESE WINDS THAT ARE BLOWIN’
How will we survive government’s insanity?
Military tanks that are crunching us like
How will we survive
the fact that they are
cutting our tongues
just because we refuse to remain silent
under their plastic skies?
HOW WILL WE FIGHT?
maybe with a gun
or a knife?
with a fist?
Hitchiking through Cosmos?
How will we fight
inside this chaos of
coorporative hell jaws?
giving birth to
unborn children of revolution?
Will you turn your back
in this key moment of AWAKENING?
ARE YOU HUNGRY?
Will you collect sky parachutes and hope that there’s some
food leftovers in them for you?
Take a deep and slow breath!
It’s time for some serious
Dharma Rain Jazz
Pic: Claire Palmer
Poem translated from Croatian by Dharma Rain Jazz, aka Jasmina Šušić
Jasmina Šušić was born in 1986, Croatia, Europe. Her first poetry book, Nebo boje peperminta (Peppermint colored skies) was published in 2010 by a small underground publishing house from Belgrade, Serbia. Her second book, Osjecam se kao space shuttle (I feel like space shuttle) was published in 2012 in Croatia. She has been published in various magazines, poetry anthologies and internet websites in Croatia, Serbia, Bosnia and Herzegovina.