Today the ghetto knows a different fear,
Close in its grip, Death wields an icy scythe.
An evil sickness spreads a terror in its wake,
The victims of its shadow, weep and writhe.
Today a father's heartbeat tells his fright
And mothers bend their hands into their hands.
Now children choke and die with typhus here,
A bitter tax is taken from their bands.
My heart still beats inside my breast
While friends depart for other worlds.
Perhaps it's better-who can say?
Then watching this, die today?
No, no my God we want to live!
Not to watch our numbers melt away
We want to have a better world,
We want to work-we must not die!
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