I close my eyes- I reach out my hand
And there you are- beautiful in scabs
Caressing my scalp- under the mounts of the gun towers
I shout your name- I kick out in dreams
And here we are- the search light beams
The siren squeals- and hopeless shuffle to certainty
The crab lice bite- the typhoid smells
And I’m still here- handsome in rags
A trouser less man- waiting helpless for dignity
Come to me angel don’t go to the showers
Beg steal or borrow- now there’s nothing left to take
Except eternity
And who will come- to flower our graves
With us still here- covered with dust
Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority
Stay with me angel- don’t get lost in history
Don’t let all we suffered lose its meaning in the dark
That we call memory