The Gold Knife
We onkwehonwe could make gold knives
and sharpen them on any rock,
but we preferred to make
gold ornaments.
Look at barbarians
for them weapon of murder
is their sanctity
and there is no dignity and honor in them.
Look at the ripped off the heart of Volhynia
knives of neighbors of UPA call
with their flag black and red –
red of blood, black of death.
Look at the Falseman
who ordered atomic bombs to be thrown
on innocent women and children.
This was Holocaust as cruel as Auschwitz.
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