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
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