Bones of my Homeland

Their hands wrote truth in ink. Our hands write vengeance in blood.

Ah! Rivers of bodies stacked under the frost. Villages gutted,

a people near lost. I drag the corpses of history behind me.

Sinew and bone stitched into my memory. They tore out our tongues with

pliers of steel. Laughing while asking how Jewish hearts feel. We learned to

answer with knives in our fists. Every scream a ghost the empire missed.

Burn the books, break the spine. A thousand throats still spit the line.

From the bones of my homeland I rise. Rise. Rise.