I’ll ignore the personal attacks, but I admit I was shocked that anyone in 2008 would be proud of a hate poem that incited people to slash throats of other humans just because their ancestors had changed religion 300-400 years ago.
LOL! You've clearly suffering from "talent envy", old mold.
Njegos was not only a Bishop and Prince. He was the Shakespeare of the Balkans; his works were translated into ten languages and he was the most famous poet of the region.
He wrote a story of 17th Century Montenegro when the Turks had made life so miserable for Montenegrin Christians that they were converting to Islam out of fear -- and nothing appeared to be able to stop this trend of conversions. So, in Njegos's story, the Christian leader agonized as to what to do because he knew that these conversions to Islam would eventually tear his country apart if they continued. Ultimately there remained only one terrible choice -- to kill the converts to Islam and make people as afraid of the results of converting to Islam, as they were of not converting. It worked.
But instead, you chose to use noted Muslim apologist, Michael Sells, criticism of The Mountain Wreath -- without even attributing the comment to him. How pathetic.
So who are you going to call "an ethnic cleansing, anti-Muslim racist" next, old mold? Alfred Lord Tennyson for his poem on Montenegro, in which he admires the Montenegrin spirit, in killing the invading Turks?
"THEY rose to where their sovereign eagle sails, They kept their faith, their freedom, on the height, Chaste, frugal, savage, arm’d by day and night Against the Turk; whose inroad nowhere scales Their headlong passes, but his footstep fails, And red with blood the Crescent reels from fight Before their dauntless hundreds, in prone flight By thousands down the crags and thro’ the vales. O smallest among peoples! rough rock-throne Of Freedom! warriors beating back the swarm Of Turkish Islam for five hundred years, Great Tsernogora! never since thine own Black ridges drew the cloud and brake the storm Has breathed a race of mightier mountaineers."Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1877