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Trees cry for rain And mountains for air. So cry my eyes For you, dear Mother; So cry my eyes For you, dear Mother. I turn and I ask what will become of me. In Polish lands I am destined to die. …

Contributor:

Koro Saloniko

Places:

Auschwitz-Birkenau, General Government for the Occupied Polish Region (Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland)

Date:

1944

Subjects:

Holocaust, Ecology, Parenthood, Jewish quarters

Categories:

Poetry, Popular Poetry