I am walking in a march,
My body ring by the snipper’s eye.
One, two, more on the top
Of buildings and shops,
All of them knowing that I know.
I am going to die.
Today, tomorrow, the day after that,
On these streets, which are mine,
By right, by birth, by choice,
The streets I am not yielding
To their hate or fright or power hunger,
My streets, my land, my home,
My tomb perhaps.
I am walking just the same.
The dictator’s face watches over
Me like a mock angel, a travesty
Of protection, from billboards
And posters hanging on street lamps.
My lamps, my street, my life, my right.
And I am too angry to be afraid:
Too jaded, too tired of waiting, talking,
Voting, running, fearing, negotiating.
And I am not surrendering
The Poland in my heart.
I will no stay put and see it
Being violated by ideological tanks,
Flaring bullets, gas attacks.
Sorry Herr Hitler, a la Tropical.
I am fighting back.
I’ll bring down hell onto your realm.
I’ll bring the fire and the burn,
I’ll bring these walls down,
Reduce your temple to rubble,
Rob the dream from your sleep
And paint crow’s wings under your eyes.
Welcome to my World War.
I have nothing to lose.
You have tempted the desperate man.
The desperate people,
The desperate land,
Bruised, bound and bloody.
But still alive.
By martyring our saints, you
Unchained the buried demons in our hearts.
We are your legion.
And we are not hiding back.
Fleeing nowhere, vanishing
Into no darkness, drowning not
In the deep.
We have drank our
Tears and become the sea.
Your tsunami, we are, extending,
Deluging, destroying your all,
Your flags and false swastikas,
Your Caribbean Third Reich,
The jail of fear where you locked us,
Broke us, danced over our hopes.
And for those who fall, ten as many
Will rise, up, ready to paint your world red,
Scorch it to ashes, ambitions shrunk to dread,
At the cost of our blood, our old, our babes’ breath.
There is no turning back.
We will detonate the bomb and set the armoury ablaze.
We will die. We will burn. Create fortresses with our dead.
But we shall not surrender the Poland in our hearts.