<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392313" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Letter to Poland from one Long Escaped....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gazed across the continent<br>From where the lines of footprints came<br>Red blood buried in the soil<br>Topped with winter frost and all<br>The rivulets of sweat and screams<br>That tore the life from childhood dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The migrants knocking now again<br>Another band of fugitives<br>Stand exiled at the swinging door<br>Piteous and proud, the young men's faces pale<br>With tools and attitudes, muscles for sale</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Torn tongues and morals frayed, running<br>From times of terrifying choice<br>These migrant armies, partisans<br>Drawn to the scent of money, not the cause<br>Their brothers left without a voice<br>Performing all it costs them to survive<br>And cling onto the ledges of a life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaving a land where romance is defiled<br>Indifferent to suffering<br>Where poets lie with no translation<br>Fault lies in another place<br>The nightly search for solace<br>And graves to desecrate<br>Where hope strikes nothingness<br>Full in the face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the victim never can be sure<br>That heart and blood are his, are pure<br>Fearing the phantoms he conspired<br>To conjure up, the ones that stay<br>To laugh at him inside his mind<br>Demons appear, deny him breath<br>Too fleeting to be caught and put to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392313" data-title="Love Letter to Poland from one Long Escaped.... de Frank Bana" data-description="I gazed across the continent From where the lines of footprints came Red blood buried in the soil Topped with winter frost and all The rivulets of sweat and screams That tore the life from childhood dreams The migrants knocking now again Another ..."></div> </div> </div>

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