William Penn Life, 2016 (51. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
2016-10-01 / 10. szám
Remember the heroes of ’56 You deemed a decade of oppresion enough! Valiant sons of a tiny nation, hold your heads up high. You alone dared to stand against the Soviet might. Nations herded into slavery, Subjugated through rape, pillage, treachery, And the millions forced into bondage, Suffered added humility by paying compulsory homage, To this most bloodthirsty monster of history, But no you, Oh, heroic sons of Hungary. You demanded an end to occupation! With flaming bottles in your hands, You stood against the steel of tanks, On cobblestone embattled streets, Spontaneously banded volunteers, Fueled only by a selfless desire To redeem your nation's honor, The world feared for your destiny, But no you. Oh, heroic sons of Hungary. You were committed to liberty! And with raw courage you stood fast, Leaving a superpower aghast. But soon the red ocean flooded across your border To reestablish totalitarian order. Encouragement resonated on the free airways, Hinting of unexplained miracles to take place, And for help, your eyes searched the setting sun in frenzy, But none for you, Oh, heroic sons of Hungary. You were forsaken by the free world! The once proud cousin whose hunger championed liberty, Now obese in freedom's tranquility, Stood immobile, a mere spectator, At best a sympathetic agitator Who urged you on against the hopeless odds. On, to be crushed by powerful Muscovite Gods. You faced the end with dignity, All alone, Oh, heroic sons of Hungary. You died in battles and on the gallows of retaliation! Bitterness of defeat wrenched your souls with pain. But rest assured; your noble effort was not in vain! Without you the Czechoslovak "68" would not be, Nor today's Polish Movement of Solidarity. Emerging Russian dissidence is a timebomb's ticking clock, Slowly widening the crack, you caused in the Soviet bloc. Your names will be honored by history, For your deeds, Oh, heroic sons of Hungary. Tamás Markovits - 10/23/1985
