"Tore the pages from their Torahs. Hurled torches at their doors
So they departed Polish ports and boarded boats to court the green lady with that copper torch who rose up gorgeous off the shore
Endured that stormy weather for me
Ellis Island, hellish journey
Maggots in the hard barley
Some shot off their own toes so they couldn't be forced to march in the Tsar's army
Bodies pitched in ditches, singed and bludgeoned
Burned the children in the ovens by the dozens
Burned the witches in New England by the coven
They burn the different ones, so clutch your cousins close
Cause such is life, it's cuts and strife, stitches, punches, knives and hungry crows
Nothing guarantees survival
And we won't stop this terror sticking flowers in the barrels of their rifles
We fight the hatred with the light
And when they think we'll fold and wave that bright rag
We won't surrender
We'll wipe the blood up with the white flag"

I'm a human, I make human mistakes. I don't call reading or writing an art or anything fancy, I just like both. My apologies for any stories I write that don't end as well as I'd like them to. Enjoy my presence here please. ♡