Don't walk in the street,don't eat, don't live, <br />backbreaking work is all you're allowed, <br />and beware the sign that bares its teeth: <br />'Only for Germans, others keep out.' <br /> <br />If you exist, you, up on high, <br />Eternal Judge, our Father, God, <br />Then on their life and on their culture <br />You will inscribe: Nur fur Deutsche. <br /> <br />When evening embraces the city, <br />we will walk calmly, slowly, <br />through Ksiazeca Street or down Smolna, <br />under the bridge, the arches and streetlights. <br /> <br />We will cross paths with strangers, <br />we will smile, and wait: <br />disinherited, unhappy women <br />and foolish, lonely poets.<br /><br />Tadeusz Borowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-germans/
