Choir

Because this is someone who grew up and looked

over the roofs, over spiers of faiths.

Over the spaces of oceans,

over the drives of human dialects.

And what is there to say about drives,

about the biological power of evil?

When this loner tore the chains

and pierced into the truth, into human fear.

Where is the instinct of self-preservation,

where is selfishness, tricks of glories?

Be quiet the din, the silence of salvation!

Enter so that man can sob with thy song.

Modesty and ordinariness of humiliation

and lack of insight, lack of light.

Because sanctity came in a quiet trembling

for those who look – the Sign of Truth.

First Witness

He goes after a request – not for himself

but for the children.

Harassed, absurd, hounded

He goes to homes to ask for food,

for donations – for the children!

The sun is shining, but there is darkness in human souls.

In the luxurious restaurant’s crowd.

He is pushed down the stairs, thrown

though he desires nothing for himself.

Only for the children, for they are abandoned, hungry!

And he cries more than them

and for them he dies spiritually.

And then he goes together to death, to the extermination.

For they are children!

He tells them about the trip, the rest

about a mutual farm.

They go together

always together, together in the afterlife.

Second Witness

Under the bed he had a bottle of alcohol

and he drank because he was in agony more than others.

He was never drunk

but he wanted to be uninhibited for them

for the children.

Alone or nearly alone in the adult world.

The sanctity of the old man!

Oh immortal truth, Oh the truth about Him.

The truth about his simplicity and integrity

about the love unknown. And omnipotent.

Christian Witness

Why on Christian

on Catholic altars

there is no Socrates, no Korczak?

Who will bring them  from their fate in mists

from the immensity of murky waters?

From an even greater infinity

of half human truths?

Who is worthy, if not they

separated by a thousand years?

Who, if not they

models, ideals of truth?

Than their trembling hearts and yearning

for justice

for future visions. For love!

Choir

Very sorrowful and complicated paths!

Who will recognize the tracks of children’s feet,

going to Treblinka?

Who will recognize the tracks of doctor Korczak?

Is there such a mausoleum

orientation boards and signs

to distinguish and recognize the love of this sage?

The greatest, immortal

Holiness!