F. Korn "Oh, who would have sent us ..."

Oh, who would have sent us,
Oh, who would answer us?
Where is the edge that will take
Us with the unborn third?

We ravage and we do not find
For future nurseries.
Where is the cowshed that will let in
You with me, me with him ...

For the ninth month
The load is under my heart,
He will soon turn around
Mouth - horror unfolded.

We go - which month -
We do not know where.
Trees on the roads
We see the crosses.

Alas, some trees
Hands outstretched
Infant cry
And maternal flour.

Though put on the leaves!
Cover it with a twig!
At least a pinch on the cradle!
Though the dough on the bunk!

Who prays to the baby?
Who is calling the mother?
The world of my baby
Betrayed by treachery.

Anyone to him Judah
And cross it pine
At each intersection
Zarana is prepared.

Everything, everything is ready for him:
Path, cross, crown, tomb
Under guard - yes, nowhere
To him in the light to be born.

Oh, happy Mary,
In the fragrant fragrance
Substituting the Son
Cowhide breath!

Bredu heavy step,
The crushed burden,
Which hope
Wiping under the sole?

Who will take it,
Two, with the third unwanted?
On the whole earth they do not have
The Promised Land.

Wear warriors with swords
On all tracks and paths -

• Who you are? Where - where from?
  False! Apply for a pass!

The eyes are burning, they are digging their hands.
Mouths breathe with hatred.
"This is the truth!" - Do not see.
"Oh, have mercy!" "They do not."

Everything: shoes, braids, ears, thoughts
With resourcefulness of evil
Searched. But a little
To them, give the womb.

Well, as this womb,
Trail stony
The Messiah, the Messiah
Blown up - a communist?

Where is the edge that will take,
The hearth that meets,
A den that will let in
Us - with the unborn third?

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I just them and decided to share them with you.