Tojtn Tanc
This poem was written as a protest 2 days after the demonstration of skinheads in Auschwitz
I used to live
in the valley of phantoms
where ominous wind,
howl of german dogs
and lament of tormented souls
could only be heard
My only fault
were black hair and dark eyes
I offended them
by having sucked a breast
of my Jewish mother
People came here again and again
taking fearful look around them
untill they were asked to dance,
conducted to dance with death...
Little, scared children
their eyes shined by tears
tears of diffidence and terror
somebody pushed them
to go forward
where their parents
had parished
On the cobble stones of the yard
hobnailed officer's shoes
are kicking a little beggar
When the dancing club
is crowded enough
a man in officer's shoes
closes the door precisely
soultry music starts flowing
from the ceiling slots...
Death asks them to dance
the bodies tremble
in a cyclonic rhythm
How quickly have you forgotten
that mlllions had turned into ashes
Only death remembers
and shall summon our children
Tojtn tanc will start again
Watch out!
Today, skinheads
wearing officer's shoes
are walking around
this place again...
Copyright by Allen Mironov 2012. All rights reserved. Prawa autorskie zastrzeżone.
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