Dont spit on words! Oh man, look deep!
The only sense, the mind will keep!
When all around us turns to flame,
the word remains, but some bear shame!

The kings will come, the kings will go,
but words outlast the status quo!
When your homeland secures with force
your streets, your homes all vile, of course,

The poets songs provide us hold.

The tsars hangmen come fierce and cold
to kill the lines until there's none,
Nadeshda learns them, one by one.

You forge emotions, you salvage wha's left
of hope when of all truth we are bereft!

No vanity here, no hollow pride,
just naked wish to be left outside!

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To No-one, hallowed, magnified
a prayer is sent from deep inside.
Through ashy skies, a holy word,
In Celans verse the void is heard.

Mute agony, nowhere to hide,
A normal day is you denied.
Your poems were called too dark, too blurred,
We call them breath the vanished word.