At the castle...

Pavel was born in Prague and his poem was found in Theresienstadt Ghetto after the war. He was murdered at Auschwitz in September 1944.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

by Pavel Freidman

The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone...
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye.

Maybe if Kim hadn't fucked herself up with the Mar-a-Lago face...

Heh heh.

The most poignant lyrics they ever put to song.

“Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away”

Delightful.

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There is no force on Earth like a Black woman on fire.

It's been a long time since I've seen one of these. I snickered at some, giggled at others. This one made me laugh.
Thanks.

I absolutely adore Terry Pratchett.

agree...78 too