Children of Death
for the Warsaw Ghetto Freedom Fighters
Deep in the bunker
we sing of milk and honey
freedom's dream
Afraid of our hunger
even the rats hide
Luck and fortitude our salvation
Gas snakes in the sewers
its venom murders hundreds
Tanks and heavy arms
bombard Alone
I strap a grenade
to my breast
Barren bones
I cry for Mama
Poland I pray
arise arise
like Deborah
A bull in the ring
ready for sword's thrust
I charge at my enemy
No explosion Fate cheats
A truncheon defeats
Dr. Death sits like god
sends many to his right
or left
to glory or not
Ryfkah 9/1/02
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