On the knees of the murderer
On your knees
innocent blood
flows down your faces
floods your souls
floods your hearts
silent scream
of the hospital catacombs
shrill cry
of slaughtered children
will be with you
until death
fattened morons
from the parliamentary benches
your consciences
it will be your executioner
nothing will help you
on your foreheads
will forever remain
of the unborn the bloody mark
on your knees
on your knees
while there is still time
until you hear
I DON’T KNOW YOU !
Arkadiusz Niewolski


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