@@@POEM: PREDRAG LUCIĆ - AN ORDINARY SAINT...
WHEN KIND MAN IS GONE,
WHAT HAS LEFT BEHIND?...
WHEN GENEROSITY OF THE PEN,
IS THE ONLY GIFT THAT IS LEFT?..
WHEN FREEDOM IS HIS MIDDLE NAME..
HOW TO FREE THIS MAN?..
WAS HE A PROPHET?..
A SAINT?.. OR JUST AN ORDINARY MAN?...
I TELL YOU.. HE STILL IS..
HE IS THE FREEDOM HE TALKS ABOUT...
HE IS THE COURAGE THAT SLAPS YOU ON YOUR CHEEK
WITH EVERY WORD... WITH EVERY JOKE.. WITH EVERY SATIRE PEN'S STROKE..
THAT HE CALLED LIFE...
EVEN THROUGH THE PAINS OF HIS PHYSICAL BODY...
HE FOND THAT PLACE TO MAKES A JOKE... LIKE MOST COULDN'T EVEN MAKE A FART...
DID HE MAKE AN INFLUENCE, ON ANY OF US?..
DID HE LEFT A LEGACY THAT MANY, FROM NOW ON WILL RECITATE?..
DID PREDRAG WAS ONLY A DEAR ONE?..
OR PREDRAG LUCIC WAS A THE DEAREST TO US ALL?..
WHILE LIGHTHING HIS 'LUCE' FOR BLIND TO SEE...
TO SEE THE PATH IN TO THE FREEDOM...
WHEN DARKNESS IS THE DARKEST ...
WHEN GREED AND NON'COMPASSION RULED THIS SIN'FILLED WORLD...
HE LIT FOR US A PATH.. WITH HIS PEN... WITH HIS WORD...
AND ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS:
FREE YOUR VOICE...
FREE YOUR HEART OF FEAR CLAMPS...
FREE YOUR SIGHT TO SEE HIS LIGHT...
IS HE WAS ONLY A MAN?.. OR A POET...
OR HE IS JUST AN ORDINARY SAINT?..
BEING A POET, MEANS SIMPLY BEING FREE...
BEING FREE SIMPLY MEANS YOU ARE POET OF YOUR OWN LIFE'S DREAMS...
BEING FREE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD...
ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THAT ALL OTHERS DESERVE BUT NOT ALLOW...
YET NO COURAGE TO SAY IT ... TO DO IT...
TO BE IT... AS PREDRAG LIVED IT...
SO, ANYTHING LEFT BEHIND PREDRAG LUCIC AND HIS FREEDOM POETRY?..
I SAY.. A LOT... I SAY EVERYTHING ...
HE LEFT A TORCH NOW IN YOUR HANDS...
TO FIND YOUR OWN FREEDOM...
TO FIND YOUR OWN WAY...
TO BECOME TRULY SAINTS
FOR THIS DARK LAND OF COMMON TREASON...
HE SHOWN YOU SIMPLY THIS:
THAT YOUR FREEDOM IS ONLY IN YOUR HANDS!..
ALWAYS WAS ... ALWAYS IS...
AND ALWAYS WILL BE...
********************************** Poet to THE POET... by :PSG...
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