Sleet… - Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska
Who are we, these little people with a glassy gaze?
Why do we walk so puzzled, as if life was a maze?
What do we see through this glass of burning tears?
If it breaks will we be able to face all our fears?
I look at you briefly, as you pass me by…
Have you also noticed the glass in my eyes?
You don't have to say anything, explain where you're from -
the glass in your pupils tells we share the same home…
And this see-through blind is the liquidised feeling -
our hope, faith and sorrow, lessons and their meaning…
We pass by one another in this empty silence,
knowing we shall fight it, though without the violence…
Our land still exists, till our hearts are full of youth,
what's been torn we'll get back with the sword of the truth…
And we'll look at the world through the glass in our eyes,
we'll remember those who fought, gave us life, and died…
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