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In the Ghetto
we Jews squashed together
No moving out
Bodies piled on Bodies
Clothes lines reaching out
Through our windows we see all
No telephones
No telephoning
We arrive without having to call
I open my window
I see you crying in despair
so I come over
We are altogether pushed into a small square
Rabbis hold us even closer
We shall never leave
what's there
This makes us Jews

Irwin R. Shaw - January 9th 1989