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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In ninety thirty nine German tanks rolled over my country Many have died The strongest were killed first For they offered most resistance Meanwhile Stalin supposedly our allay Had thousands of elite Polish officers killed We were left with nothing Dictatorship prized obedience Only moderately aggressive I fit in Not knowing the horrors of the war and after Not knowing How hard my parents struggled To put food on the table Ignorance is bliss I heard wonderful stories about America Why did they make up those stories? Said by rich tourists who did not see beneath the façade Thought obedience and submission I was not ready for rat race Having unusual first name Did not help in Poland Nor America Other Polish people fighting for scraps From America’s table Betrayed me Smartest were persecuted the most Athletes were spared sometimes Hypocrisy ruled The language came slowly I still don’t know how to spell And in any case to me it makes little sense Now the new war came I’ feel sorry for my countrymen going to war As I feel sorry for Americans It seems United States finally met enemy like themselves Whoever wins I will lose But my voice will not be silenced Even if I like the silence Trapped like bird in a cage My vision will never form I’m not even sure If I still have one But if this small quantum of solace This tiny chance Will come true My vision will be formed Will I be king? Who gives this wretched world? The monster it deserves Or will I seek peace In harmony with this which in this world is beautiful Either way the choice will be mine
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