It all Depends On How You Look At ItI.
Terezin is full of beauty.
It's in you eyes now clear
And through the street the tramp
Of many marching feet I hear.
In the ghetto at Terezin,
It lookas that way to me,
Is a square kilometer of earth
Cut off from the world that's free.
II.
Death, after all, claims everyone,
You find it everywhere.
It catches up with even those
Who wear their noses in the air
The whole wide world is ruled
With a certain justice, so
That perhaps, to sweeten
The poor man's pain a woe.
Miroslav Kosek
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