for former Yugoslavia
There was a young lass from
Croatia
Who fled, rather fast, across
Asia;
The
war zones were risky,
The
infantry frisky -
So why not be paid, as a geisha?
A sleepy young soldier, a Serb,
Had put up a notice. The blurb
Said:
“Rapine and pillage
Are
wrong for this village.
I’m tired. I’m asleep.
Don’t disturb.”
But a bloodthirsty sergeant, a
Croat,
Woke him up: “I’ve read what
you’ve wrote -
Yer
’and-writin’s nice
But
it don’t cut no ice.”
An’ ’e slit poor young Slobovan’s
throat.
(October,
1991)
