{"id":4760,"date":"2025-07-01T13:28:41","date_gmt":"2025-07-01T13:28:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poezijascg.com\/ex-scg\/?p=4760"},"modified":"2025-07-01T13:28:41","modified_gmt":"2025-07-01T13:28:41","slug":"bes-gnevnog-mladog-coveka-nenad-stakic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poezijascg.com\/ex-scg\/php-nuke\/bes-gnevnog-mladog-coveka-nenad-stakic\/","title":{"rendered":"BES GNEVNOG MLADOG \u010cOVEKA \u2013 Nenad Staki\u0107"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Postavio ljuba-trebotin. Pro\u010ditano: 764
\nBES GNEVNOG MLADOG \u010cOVEKA \u2013 Nenad Staki\u0107 2007-08-09 20:16:31
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BES GNEVNOG MLADOG \u010cOVEKA<\/p>\n

Grad je goreo, sirene su vri\u0161tale\u2026
\nOtrgnut\u00a0\u00a0od\u00a0detinjstva, mladosti i radosti,
\ndok su bombe kidale\u00a0na\u0161 grad,
\nnekim \u010dudnim slu\u010dajem,
\npao sam u postelju\u00a0 zara\u017een boginjama,
\nu krvi i ranama le\u017eao sam,
\nsam i tu\u017ean. Nadao sam se tvojoj milosti,
\nti\u00a0 stara okrutna \u017eeno,
\nsa debelim radnim sta\u017eom,
\nu \u0161koli\u00a0 punoj rasutoga bola,
\nkada sam tako\u00a0 izranjavan\u00a0saznao,
\nda tvoja stara zla ruka,
\nnije mogla ispraviti jednu ocenu\u00a0\u2026
\nBol se razlio,
\nmojim\u00a0 muc\u010dni\u010dkim telom.
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Sludjen bolom,
\nshvatio sam da \u0107u zadnji u Srbiji
\ndobiti diplomu,
\nu u\u017easnoj vru\u0107ini\u00a0 leta i bomb\u2026
\n\u017deleo sam da umrem
\ni prekinem tugu\u2026<\/p>\n

A bombe su padale
\ni\u00a0 ubijale grad, zemlju, ljude,
\nparale utrobu zemlje\u2026
\nPrljava zla ve\u0161tice,
\nzar si me osudila
\nda zadnji u Srbiji dobijem moju diplomu
\ni dobio sam je, meni je ona sve\u2026<\/p>\n

Zalivena je mojim\u00a0 bolom,
\nmojim izgubljenim drugovima,
\n\u0161kolom gde je vladao zakon d\u017eungle,
\na slabi\u00a0 bili satirani\u00a0od te\u0161kih batina,
\nbezumnih u\u010denika osudjenih na propast\u2026<\/p>\n

U toj diplomi mi je sve,
\nmoji zubi izbijeni jakim udarcem,
\nmoje tada mr\u0161avo telo,
\nkoje se jedva vuklo\u2026
\nKez profesora, koji\u00a0 nisu imali platu i \u017eivot
\npa\u00a0krali nama nase snove,
\nduboko u siroma\u0161nom delu grada.<\/p>\n

U skoli za zanate koji\u00a0 nikome nisu potrebni,
\na ti stara \u017eeno, nikad ne\u0107es znati
\nda si proklela samu sebe
\ni sve tvoje do devetoga kolena,
\nkada si puno malih nesre\u0107nih\u00a0 momaka
\nbacila\u00a0 na popravni,
\nleta 99,
\nkada su bombe\u00a0padale na na\u0161 grad.<\/p>\n

I zato ti dajem ovu pesmu,
\nvra\u0107am ti sav moj bol\u2026
\nSvaku\u00a0 malu tugu sam utkao u ovu pesmu,
\nsamo tebi,\u00a0 ti mala nedostojna \u017eeno
\nzagrizi svoju nesre\u0107u,
\nneka ti ona bude\u00a0vodilja!
\nProkleta si zauvek.<\/p>\n

(C) Nenad Staki\u0107<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Postavio ljuba-trebotin. Pro\u010ditano: 764 BES GNEVNOG MLADOG \u010cOVEKA \u2013 Nenad Staki\u0107 2007-08-09 20:16:31 BES GNEVNOG MLADOG \u010cOVEKA Grad je goreo, sirene su vri\u0161tale\u2026 Otrgnut\u00a0\u00a0od\u00a0detinjstva, mladosti i radosti, dok su bombe kidale\u00a0na\u0161 grad, nekim \u010dudnim slu\u010dajem, pao sam u postelju\u00a0 zara\u017een boginjama, u krvi i ranama le\u017eao sam, sam i tu\u017ean. Nadao sam se tvojoj milosti, … <\/p>\n

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