Title: The season that brings hope
As the flora appears
The ice on the ground thaws
And the brutal days in the gulag
Become more bearable
Once a proud and free Pole
Who used to enjoy the vibrancy of spring
Now I suffer because
I expressed my beliefs
Living behind the Iron Curtain
The Soviet Union’s oppressive hammer
Came crashing down on me
But my values are not for sale
Disease is rampant in the camp
Satisfying my hunger is a struggle
But the slivers of green
Turn my despair into hope
The backbreaking labor
Throws me into a pit of pain and misery
But when the temperature slightly rises
It elevates a part of my soul
The guards treat me like dirt
They curse, spit, and kick me
But as spring begins
My hopes for a future of liberty and happiness
Are burning bright inside my heart