On the fields of Poland the dust of our family is scattered
By racists who laughed as they butchered our kin
The death camps now empty, but the work carries on
We're sterilized and jailed and for the stain of our skin

And you who laugh and spread racist lies
ask us why our skin is so terribly thin
That we can't see the humor when invective flies
We should laugh and take it square on the chin

We're no longer your slaves no longer your tools
What you think we don't care a wit
Roma opre, we were never their fools
Let them laugh as they expouse their (fill in the blank)