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In the red light of the morning glow, the darkness of one more night perishes. But the new day does not want to soften in peace. Oh why does Poland not want to regard her own peace? Otherwise, unexpectedly she may have to flee overnight together with all her refugees. Therefore, listen to the explosions upon explosions. Fold the hands together and pray, trembling, in big awe. Look, while her allies are waiting, uncertain. Europe raises her flag now, desperately. With her enemy laughing at her, mocking her. Britain flexes her muscles, but as scarlet-woman she shows no power.

Her cities, once so beautiful, lie in rubbish heaps, ravished into nothing. So where, oh England, is your power and might now? The union jack, your abomination flag, lies trampled in the dust. Once you were the big hunter, but now you are being hunted. For your allies in Europe it also becomes a very bitter day. Without ownership your last citizens now lives in uncertain tenancy.