Dedicated to the President of Poland and 96 other souls who await for repose in Heaven.
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I made some pierogis that day,
That sad Divine Mercy Sunday,
A luncheon of Eastern European dumplings,
But it’s not because I’m Polish,
It’s for the mourning Polish,
The Poles with tears in their eyes,
The Poles who stood in silence,
The Poles who hear weeping sirens and toiling bells,
The Poles who bawl at the demise of their President,
The Poles who are reeling from a tragic aviation incident,
The Poles who state these series of intentions
On that Divine Mercy Sunday.
I ate the Polish dumplings,
Filled with potatoes and tuna,
Each bite of them I took,
I trusted in Jesus more and more,
I exclaim that statement in my head while eating,
For the consolation of the Poles in grief,
For the repose of 97 souls,
Jezu ufam tobie!
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