Janusz Daniluk: KWATERA "L"
date:01 March 2023 Editor: Editorial
"L"
On the border of the world, the surviving and the dead
Here lies the "Loop" under the cemetery walls
No flowers, no green grass.
Scattered like thorns, traitors with graves
However, Polish flowers flourish underground
Half-white and half-red
Sowed from the last tears, those years ago
They gave their lives in a russian pogrom
Nameless black pits like painful wounds
They open so swollen in waiting
They return to you surviving skeletons asleep
The skulls froze in a noiseless cry
Polish! Love for you will not be killed
I go to God, in captivity, a mediocre thing
Suddenly the head of a bullet as the rose blooms
My eyes and lips are filled with black earth
When your religion in a free homeland dies
Put your hands in our wounds, descendants
God save a painful scar on honor
The soldiers will not be cursed, the steadfast forever!
Janusz Daniluk
March 1, 2015
