Borys

The Streets Of Warsaw

What comes to your mind when you think of the streets of Warsaw?

You'd say beautiful architecture,

The Warsaw Fort,

The Vistula River,

Beautiful women,

And lush green spaces.

 

Those spaces that you see as green,

I see painted in Crimson.

That River that flows before you?

It served as our wall against Communism.

That fort that you find interest in,

Served as my capital's last bastion against the Third Reich.

Those women that you admire?

They were raised by the partisans who fought for every inch of this city,

Out of desperation.

 

Jeszcze Polska nie zginela,
Kiedy my zyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wziela,
Szabla odbierzemy.

Comments1

  • Michael Edwards

    First it's refreshing to see a poem about something other than personal woes. Also it is so well written and worthy of many reads. I have visited Poland many times but so far Warsaw is a city that has eluded me hope to visit soon. And no - Poland will never perish. Great work.

    • Borys

      Thanks. I thought it was time that I gave a tribute to my nation. Even through poetry.



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