Poland

Train tracks leading north,
Remind us of a time,
When journeys taken in such fear
Did compete with celestial rhyme,

But all the while a sacrifice
Was offered to the world,
The Chosen People were the ones
Who bore the brunt, and hurled

The race of nations into
Turmoil ever far and near,
And gave such grace of presence,
To teach, and lend of ear,

To hear the truth thus echoed
In a tunnel of despair,
To thus allow the love of all
To surface for fresh air.