Fraternity-Testvériség, 1956 (34. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1956-12-01 / 12. szám
FRATERNITY 7 MY BROTHER DIED My brother died at war today. He lost his life, his love, but worst of all . . . He lost his home. My God! He lost his land. The very ground no longer is his own. The fields are lost where wheat was sown, The town where patriots are grown. He almost threw a red star down That he might see the silver sky And breathe and talk like free men should. He almost said, “This land is mine”, And then they cut him down like wood. And where was I? Why did I watch my brother die? And seeing him in pain and pride Why did I here,- at home, abide? Where was my hand to man the gun That would have stayed death from his side? What have I done? I watched them hew this country down. His land was his, as mine is mine, but If I look upon this earth as mine to tread upon Then his land also called to me. It bled and died alike for me. And now the towns lay torn along the countryside And tears are shed from many eyes Because the land is lost again, but more Because I watched my brother die. I sat and watched my brother die. The darkened sky still holds his fading star And someday I shall fly to it and make it shine again. “Talpra Magyar ... Hi a haza” — “On foot, Magyar . . . Your homeland calls” Will be the cry for all my brothers. And how I hope they hear the cry And that is doesn’t fall on leaden ears. And how I hope, that if I die I die on my land, and on theirs. Philadelphia, Pa. Frank Horvath
