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Guilty Europe /Trianon anniversary poem 2020/

What did we do that they hated us?
Found us guilty of what?
All of them had worked on breaking it out,
We were the smallest of all the crooks.

A state of one thousand years of history,
Many poisoned by feelings of jealousy.
Thousand years on the map of Europe,
We were the smallest of all the crooks.

Broken apart, fleeing in the wood,
All died in the full vigour of youth.
Those left alive watch gates let loose,
We were the smallest of all the crooks.

Two thirds of homeland dismantled
With half of fatherland souls led
to give up their own brotherhood,
They were the victims of all the crooks.

Justice for Hungary is hard to be given,
For the thief never pardons and is driven
by the lasting hatred of jealousy and fear.
We were the victims of all the crooks.

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