Poetry: The cemetery - by Maria Bertalan

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by Maria Bertalan

Created on: September 15, 2009

The plague spread so much in Cluj-Napoca,
As the Romanian yokels in the town today.
Increased, with the extensive lutherns
B parcel's of Jews in Hazsongard.
Oh,yes should be lifted, if them could ...
With dumper trucks destroying the graves.
Should them rewriting the history, but in vain.
The Hungarians grand ,old name will remain there.
I 'm walking in the cemetery of Hazsongard...
Huge green pine branches embrace ...
Resin tears irrigated daily.
The Hungarian's monuments of rubble walls ...

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