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Kristallnacht

No one sleeps tonight in the ghetto
As a hundred marching boots
Beat against the stone cobbled street
Like the hoofs of raging stallions

Screams silenced by gunfire pierce the night
And somewhere a mother begging
For the life of her little child at that moment
Shot by another soldier of the Reich

Pleading futile words of a father
“Prosze, nie! To mój sin!”
As his skull is penetrated
By a bullet from a Nazi gun

A little girl wanders the blood stained street
Lost, forlorn, among the bodies
Lining the curb, their eyes unclosed
She slips into an unwatched door

The world turns its face the other way
When a baby is thrown to be torn apart
By the blood thirsty Schutzstaffel dogs
For ignorance is bliss! Of course