The Month of Rescue
Yehuda Karni
1943
It is for us, for all of us together,
To assist, to liberate, to rescue brothers,
From capture, from hunger and slaughter—
Rescue them from the vile Nazi oppressor.
Every man and woman whose soul still aches
The sorrow of our people who now dwell in darkness,
Must remember every night and day:
Those fated to perish are awaiting our help.
The…
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