Tag: violence
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Warsaw
The yoke is upon you, city, / forged to your stony shoulders, / for you’re hitched to hundreds of cities / and a violent con, a flogger, holds the reins.
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A Stormy Night
My child, don’t be frightened / of the wind / that bends the trees to the earth, / of the dark that pours over all the roads, / of the rain / that beats with heavy treads on the roof / and of all, of all, that gives rise to the night, / trembling in…
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To a little boy in a Jewish village
Don’t cry little boy, wipe off your tears, it will soon be good / We will heal the wounds that drip with blood.