I would like to be an artist I am not an artist Standing in the ghetto So I could make a Painting But my mind had painted with your arms up of you a painting of you as many Nazi Little Polish Boy machine guns pointing at you Ten Million Miles High is the Painting Standing with your Little so the whole universe can see you Now hat Little Polish Boy And the monument on your head will tremble so the The Star of David blind world Standing with your Little hat on your coat Now on your head Standing in the ghetto will know The Star of David with your arms up What fear is in the on your coat as many Nazi machine darkness Standing in the ghetto guns pointing at you with your arms up as many Nazi machine guns The world I would make a monument pointing at you Who said nothing of you and the world who said nothing And the World who said nothing I am not a composer but I will write a I would like to be a composition I'll make this painting so bright composer for five trillion that it will blind the eyes so I could write a concerto trumpets of the world who saw nothing of you Little Polish Boy so it will blast the ear drums Ten billion miles high will be the monument of this world Standing with your Little so the whole universe can remember of you hat Little Polish Boy on your head The world's The Star of David Who heard nothing Standing with your Little hat on your coat on your head Standing in the ghetto I The Star of David with your arms up am on your coat as many Nazi machine Sorry guns pointing at you that It was you I would write a concerto of and you and the world who said Not me nothing LITTLE POLISH BOY “TO THE STANDING WITH HIS ARMS UP” By: Peter L. Fischl
I would like to be an artist So I could make a Painting of you Little Polish Boy Standing with your Little hat on your head The Star of David on your coat Standing in the ghetto with your arms up as many Nazi machine guns pointing at you I would make a monument of you and the world who said nothing I would like to be a composer so I could write a concerto of you Little Polish Boy Standing with your Little hat on your head The Star of David on your coat Standing in the ghetto with your arms up as many Nazi machine guns pointing at you I would write a concerto of you and the world who said nothing I am not an artist But my mind had painted a painting of you Ten Million Miles High is the Painting so the whole universe can see you Now Little Polish Boy Standing with your Little hat on your head The Star of David on your coat Standing in the ghetto with your arms up as many Nazi machine guns pointing at you And the World who said nothing I'll make this painting so bright that it will blind the eyes of the world who saw nothing Ten billion miles high will be the monument so the whole universe can remember of you Little Polish Boy Standing with your Little hat on your head The Star of David on your coat Standing in the ghetto with your arms up as many Nazi machine guns pointing at you And the monument will tremble so the blind world Now will know What fear is in the darkness The world Who said nothing I am not a composer but I will write a composition for five trillion trumpets so it will blast the ear drums of this world The world's Who heard nothing I am Sorry that It was you and Not me “TO THE LITTLE POLISH BOY STANDING WITH HIS ARMS UP” By: Peter L. Fischl
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