“Look at the star — Don’t cry,
I’ll be caring you from there!”
Listen— the lily-livered cry of the whole World!
Yes— without tears!
No shadow of Homo-sapiens on the street, but of a black-suited Man—
Rambling restlessly with hands at every closed door—
Enough not though, to
His even lightest touch to break into—
Mild— yet cruel heart-rending— so Gruesome a figure.
And— when He like a Nazi soldier visits to any home—
Nothing can be done— but witnessing the end of the cry!
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