"The Ghetto Freezes"
Collapsed walls will salute the conquerors
And heaps of debris will watch their victory march.
They will discover the Pompeii of our time.
No one will blow trumpets in their honor.
Under the ruins of houses the large Graveyard of
humankind will be exposed.
In front of their terrified eyes
The frozen ghetto will appear.
They will not understand this awful spectacle
The victors of our time.
They will not be able to understand our dreadful
Will not understand the fear, or the darkness, or
They will not feel the greedy hunger that gnawed at
And in their silence, they will honor the dead.
They will remain standing in front of the
And then they will celebrate their enormous triumph
And become inebriated with the joy of victory.
From Avraham Cytryn's Lodz notebooks as translated into English in Youth Writing Behind the Walls