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Warsaw Uprising Museum

by Trisha De Gracia

In a city where 65 years ago
That chiding, whispering language cried
For blood or God
Or mothers
We gather, us others
Unbombed and unblinking
Eyes wide through the unshattered panes
Trying, and maybe
trying to try
to rise.
To raise razed lives.
To remember.

How can we ever live up?


Posted on 08/11/2012
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/13/12 at 10:30 AM

... excellent.....

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/13/12 at 10:46 PM

As an unofficial expert on the Second World War, I can truly relate to this piece on many levels. What a tragedy, and you've captured the raptured victims...souls spirtually in great form. But let us not forget, martyrs also, in fighting for a just cause. Makes me also wonder if God can forgive a Stalan or a Hitler. Both instrumental in changing history, eventually for the better, whether by choice or design???

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