ALL HAS STOPPED BUT THE CHILDREN GROWING | |
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- Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta ! Padni, mrtav si! - Nisam! Ja sam tebe prvi ubio! Otprlike ovako je izgledao svaki "ozbiljniji" sukob prilikom "ratova" koje bi vodila deca oko moje zgrade. Srećom, pucalo se samo iz plastičnih pušaka, a "ranjeni" i "poginuli" bi posle "rata" otišli da igraju fudbal. Ipak, već više od dva meseca, mali ratnici ćute, zavučeni duboko u majčin zagrljaj. Više se ne igraju rata, rat se poigrava sa njima. Plašim se za te nevine male anđele kojima su oduzeli detinjstvo. Sve Babaroge ovoga sveta okomile su se na njih. Svake noći im prekidaju san. Zato budite uz svoje male junake. Osmehnite im se i zagrlite ih jače. Jer ništa nije vredno jedne dečje suze. Kada se sve ovo završi, naša deca če zaista biti mali ljudi. Izlazeći iz podruma i skloništa, željni sunca, ti mali ljudi radovaće se životu onako kako to samo deca umeju. I to će biti naša prava pobeda. Saša Živić |
- Bang, bang! You are dead! - I am not. I shot you first. This is how every 'serious' battle in the children's 'wars' around my building used to sound. Luckily they only used plastic guns and the 'wounded' and the 'dead' would go and play football together after the 'war'. However for over two months the little wariors are silent, tucked deep into their mothers' arms. They do not play war any more, the war is playing with them. I am afraid for the little angels who are robbed of their childhood. All the boogiemen of this world swooped after them. Their sleep is broken every night. So be with your young heros. Smile at them and hug them closer. There's nothing worth one child's tear. When all this is over, our children will be little people indeed. These little people, pining for sunshine, will rejoice in life as only children can, after leaving the basements and the shelters. That will be our true victory. Saša Živić |
