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A letter from a son imprisoned in Rzeszow to his father – in verse

A good student in the school of evil

I was for many years

And learning was a pleasure for me

Sometimes I had to struggle -

I used to shiver when I slept

Thinking – they are coming for me

The beautiful day has ended

It is difficult to reach the Rubicon.

In the pillow of night I was crumbling my grief

In small grains

And during the day I was having a never – ending party

With my friends

What is life? – I don’t know yet ­-

I have tasted just a drop of it

And it was the worst one

Believe me

 

II

Now in my cell – two by three,

Through a window ornamented with bars

I brood on my days, regretting deeds

And awful words -

I hawked the helpful hand

 

Let God have mercy on me

Let Him breathe life into me

Let His goodness pierce me

And my heart made of stone

 

Let Him show me a bright way

And give me enriching life

This is what I pray every day!

Fill me – my Lord!

 

To Father – from your son.

 

OKPI

                    (Rzeszow, Poland)

 

Translated by Joanna Wisniewska#

Damocles’ Sword

I stand on the verge of a void

On the precipice

Under me – the bitterness that fills the chalice

Is pouring out

Above – Damocles’ sword hangs over me

I bow my head

And I am afraid

Of the unknown and invisible

Kneeling – I want to be pardoned

For sins already done

For guilt and offences

For shaming my family

For love shown to me

And goodness, which still comes to me

To my hard and horned heart

This is what I pray for

Deep in my soul

To You – unknown Lord!

 

OKPI

                    (Rzeszow, Poland)

 

Translated by Joanna Wisniewska

 

Standing at the fork in the road

I seek the better way

The more I look, the more curved the roads become

The less I understand the truth, the more I don’t understand the lies

People – stand still

Where is tolerance?

The slogans were thrown on to walls

Today I crave for one signpost of understanding,

Love and forgiveness

Let me stand on my own feet

Let the tear appear in my eye,

Let our hands shake in friendship

Let the smile appear on my face

To find the way

In this snowstorm

This is what I pray

Help me, God!

 

OKPI

                    (Rzeszow, Poland)

 

Translated by Joanna Wisniewska