Land Of Broken Hearts (A Poem About the Kristallnacht)

The night of Broken Glass
The night of Broken hearts,
They're crying in the streets,
Their hearts are torn apart---
Can you hear them?
Crying
Night of Broken Hearts

Wistful little children
Running in the dark,
Fleeing in cold fear
The Land of Broken Hearts.

Mothers ripped away,
Fathers breathe their last,
Screaming fills the darkness
On streets of broken glass---
Can you hear them?
Crying
Night of Broken Hearts.
Children flee and run away
The darkness to depart.

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