In one of those camps
that our fathers
built back then
in which they planted chimneys
that smoked day and
night
there is crouching in a small one Barracks little
Moritz on his board
with his little hands pressed tightly together
he says his evening prayer.
Dear God, you can do it,
that they're just guarding me tonight.
Moritz
little Moritz
it was a bad one again
my father beat you
you know
nor
why he did it.
I hope the cold lets you sleep and a
dream settles on your pain
but there is this great fear in your little
heart.
Dear God, it is in your power
that they won't come for me tonight.
Dear God
where have you been
they got him
tonight.
They took him over to the chimneys
tonight.
our fathers It was them
they brought
little Moritz over to the chimneys
.
Dear God
tell little Moritz
the one up there
It stands next to you
may he forgive us
your children
.

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