I Want! (Continued) pg. 74

You, the burial mound covering her dust

Did the enemy not trample you with brutal force?

Asks the wandering son, longing for you

My soul wants to see you free

The meadows, burial mounds and those huts and fields

And the people who, imprisoned by the Allied forces

Didn’t let themselves be strangled, even when slavery blossomed

I want to see you, fatherland of the Poles

Free, happy[1], in the midst of the company of nations

Because through discord Poland is today in the agony of death

                A.W.

                A guy[2] from the outskirts of Ostroleka[3]

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[1] Or “fortunate”

[2] Or “peasant”

[3] Approximately 100 km North northeast of Warsaw