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O God of Mercy
Choose—
another people.
We are tired of death, tired of corpses,
We have no more prayers.
Choose—
another people.
We have run out of blood
For victims,
Our houses have been turned into…
Contributor:
Kadya Molodovsky
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1945