PATERNOSTER AD 1945

A mist is rising from the Polish fields.
Church bells are ringing over the sleeping houses,
The only sound the dawn-hushed village yields.

How calm things are without the Jewish babble!
Our noble soil is cleared, at last, of all
That lying, thieving, Christ-denying rabble.

The Jews are where they should be, in the ground,
And we who walk above it praise the Lord
For all the vacant houses that we've found,

The valuables within them, synagogues
No longer used for howling blasphemies
But turned into shambles for slaughtering hogs.

Church bells are ringing, calling men to prayer.
Thy will is done: the Jews have disappeared
Like mist the bright sun burns from the morning air.

 

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