Bosnia Tune

Bosnia tune As you pour yourself a scotch, crush a roach, or check your watch, as your hand adjusts your tie, people die. In the towns with funny names, hit by bullets, cought in flames, by and large not knowing why, people die. In small places you don t know of, yet big for having no chance to scream or say goodbye, people die. People die as you elect new apostles of neglect, selfrestraint, etc. whereby people die. Too far off to practice love for thy neighbor, brother Slav, wh