To be the ghetto br Wiped out completely br Trudgeons struck the police br On Hungarian rifle butts br To left without reason br Old men falling their blows br Upon old children and invalids alike br Faces streamed from bodies br Water cried for children br Empty tombstones began their journey br Dreams passed like a small summer Monday br And blows with hysteria and outbreaks of trudgeons br The little ghetto were only to move br Mummy! Water! Mummy! br The gardens glance backward at the dead br Water cried.br br S.E.