Hair

As far as I can remember
my hair was blond and long.
My mother used to say:
«Your hair is shiny and strong».

I'm hiding the light
in my blond, shiny hair.
But this dark, dark one
Who did it wear?

A girl of my age perhaps
with a fine head of hair?
Her mum let it down
and brushed it with care.

Where is that black-eyed girl
cheerful, tender and fair?
She has become the light
In my long, blond hair.

Shoes for us

They walked to death barefooted.
Big feet, middle feet, small feet,
tiny, baby feet.
The shoes were of all colours.
Brown shoes, black shoes, grey shoes,
white, childrens' shoes.
The leather shoes couldn't be burnt.
They could be re-used, re-sold, repaired
for new-coming feet.
The way from «Arbeit Maght Frei» gate.
Short way, painful way, desperate way,
non-stop way.
I'm looking at this mountain of shoes.
They need polishing, refreshing, sorting,
for us – not to forget!