Killer, you will be forgiven for everything.
Just tell me where you buried my son.
Did you put a Lab River stone on his chest?
Or did you pour sand from Sitnica River on it?
Maybe you laid him in my field?
How you condemned him, what guilt did you find for him?
What did you tell him at the end? Did you blindfold him?
Or did you boldly look a child in the face?
He hasn’t known love yet; he didn’t even buy a razor…
Killer, tell me, did he pray to God at the hour of death,
did he call his mother?
What kind of death did you order for him? Did you shoot him?
Because he was just a kid?
How could you?
Killer, you’ll be forgiven for everything, just tell me where you buried him.
Under which tree did you end his life?
With what grass did you green him?
How you went home and hugged your children, knowing that you killed my child?
How you slept last night – did you dream of my child?
Killer, you’ll be forgiven for everything, just tell me where you buried my son.
Or did you sell his heart on the market?
– Poem by Dragana Majstorović, mother of a 17-year-old disappeared in the road of Kosovo Polje -Merdare, Kosovo, Serbia.
