ANTIROTA

ANTIROTA

We're throwing land from where our home comes from!

In the gibberish of an alien speech

What nation?!

What a People

What kind of Piastov strain are we?!

And though a alien spits in our face

And our necks are on...

We in the radiance of others

We'd alternatively forget.

That Our Fathers

In thorn crowns

They went to heaven

In cattle cars...

We're throwing the earth from where our household comes from.

No 1 is dead.

And the Jack's Golden Horn like a dog

In front of an empty home howling...

PS

If this hemorrhaging continues

With our flag white will be...

We see the end of the rations sold

A disgraceful sign of surrender!

Broken trees with white betrayal

Over the broken barricade...

If this hemorrhaging continues

Requiem is all we have left...

Grief Singing Usself

The chalk face on black water...

If this hemorrhaging continues

Who will grant us... a resurrection?!

Father!

Don't be shy with Poland!

Though to them it's an excess of patos

Don't be shy to tell your country!

If that's the point of your fate...

Don't be embarrassed to talk plainly

In spite of the deceitful words

Don't be silent with a twisted silence.

If your words hurt...!

Don't be ashamed of your faith.

As grey as your land

She's the 1 that grows the fattest.

The branch of our existence...

Insecure...

I'm afraid we're cynical.

Someone like before and now will lie

And that it would keep us quiet,

Empty word...and tree...and stone

That they'd give us a resume again.

And in context, they're going to cross our words.

The face will be on the pages of the pale

To be like a plaster mask...

And we'll be silent for years

Under the shroud of deadly white

Abandoned in the Dumpster of History

Until the gag in us burned down...