by Peter L. Fischl, copyright 1994
I would like to be an artist
So I could make a Painting of you
Little Polish Boy
Standing with your Little hat
on your head
The Star of David
on your coat
Standing in the ghetto
with your arms up
as many Nazi machine guns
pointing at you
I would maike a monument of you
and the world who said nothing
I would like to be a composer
so I could write a concerto of you
Little Polish Boy
Standing with your Little hat
on your head
The Star of David
on your coat
Standing in the ghetto
with your arms up
as many Nazi machine guns
pointing at you
I would write a concerto of you
and the world who said nothing
I am not an artists
But my mind had painted
a painting of you
Ten Million Miles High is the painting
so the whole universe can see you Now
Little Polish Boy
Standing with your Little hat
on your head
The Star of David
on your coat
Standing in the ghetto
with your arms up
as many Nazi machine guns
pointing at you
And the World who said nothing
I'll make this painting so bright
that it will blind the eyes
of the world who saw nothing
Ten billion miles high will be the monument
so the whole universe can remember of you
Little Polish Boy
Standing with your Little hat
on your head
The Star of David
on your coat
Standing in the ghetto
with your arms up
as many Nazi machine guns
pointing at you
And the monument will tremble
So teh blind world
Now
will know
What fear is in the darkness
The world
Who said nothing
I am not a composer
but I will write a composition
for five trillion trumpets
so it will blast the ear drums
of this world
the world's
Who heard nothing
I
am
Sorry
that
It was you
and
Not me
