Smadar Flack-Peretz
There – in Treblinka
And the King Sleeps, Saar Publishing, 1992
There – in Treblinka
Thousands of souls float above the ploughed field
There – in Treblinka
The green grass covers the outstretched hands
From there – in Treblinka
They called to me
And the voice of their cries reached the earth of the Land of Israel
And pulled me alike iron cables
To there, to: Treblinka, Maidanak, Auschwitz
Lublin…
To walk on the earth
To feel the lives buried under the ground
To touch their footsteps
To caress them with a gaze
And although there – in Treblinka
The field is ploughed and green
Although the discrimination of death prevails there
I felt them, felt my brother
And the thousands and souls that cried out to me
From the young earth
And when I touched there – in Treblinka
The tortured land, the raging land
Suddenly I knew how to appreciate my land
The land of Israel
Yes, there – in Treblinka
I learnt to love my own homeland

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