Magyarorszag
At VUSC we love to showcase exemplary student works and this poem is no exception.
Congratulations to Klara Kompar 9A for this wonderful piece of work!
Magyarorszag
By Klara Kompar 9A
Magyarorszag is where I’m from.
My roots.
My home.
Where I’m called a proud Magyar.
It’s the place I’m connected to.
By the trees.
By the breeze.
We always feel peace and warmth in our home.
How far we are from home,
Food and language will always take us back.
Szia! (hello!)
Hogy vogy? (how are you?)
Is what we would say.
But after the war.
No one’s the same.
When he was young.
Germans came to his door.
“Give me your son!”
16 years old and taken to fight.
Before he left he held his mother tight.
“I will be back mama.”
He left that night, to fight a war that isn’t for his people.
His fighting for the enemy.
Oh, he felt evil.
One rough day he was
Kidnapped by the Russians.
Taken and slaved.
Knowing only one
Tongue was never so lame.
Many years later.
After the torture and pain.
Hey, it’s ok he’s now found a place
And settled down ok.
He’s got a wife
Magret Klara Kompar.
He has his own butcher
On the corner.
This is the story of my Nagypapa (grandpa).
Rest in peace Nagypapa
May God hold you tight
While you drink your
Palinka tonight.