And will my people build a new Dachau And call it love, Security, Jewish culture For dark-eyed children Burning in the stars Will all our songs screech Like the maddened eagles of the night Until Yiddish, Arabic, Hebrew, and Vietnamese Are a thin thread of blood clawing up the side of Unspeaking steel chambers I know you, Chaverim The lost young summer nights of our childhood We spent on street corners looking for life In our scanty drops of Marx and Borochov. You taught me the Italian Symphony
And the New World And gave a skit about blowing up Arab children. You taught me many songs But none so sad As napalm falling slowly in the dark You were our singing heroes in '48 Do you dare ask yourselves what you are now We, you and I, were lovers once As only wild nights of wrestling in golden snow Can make one love We hiked by moonlight And you asked me to lead the Internationale And now my son must die For he's an Arab And my mother, too, for she's a Jew And you and I Can only cry and wonder Must Jewish people Build our Dachaus, too?