Never Say

Hirsh Glik

1943

Never say, this is the last road for you, 

Leaden skies are masking days of blue. 

The hour we yearn for is drawing near. 

Our step will beat the signal: we are here!

From southern palms, from lands long white with snow,

We come with all our pain and all our woe,

Wherever seeped our blood into the earth, 

Our courage and our strength will have rebirth.

Tom…

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