I AM HUNGRY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 5, Issue 27, 11 March 1942, Page 2

I AM HUNGRY

Starvation is the daily lot of millions of men, women and children (n Poland Avho are being slowly done to death by the Germans in their

diabolical attempt to exterminate the Polish people. Here is a letter, published in a recent issue of PlacoAvka, an underground Polish paper printed in Lodz: —

"I r.in hungry. With my ration card I get only cnc slice of bread a day. I cannot buy more. There is too little of it. And it is too expensive. With my ration card I also got a little more than three ounccs of meat four times a month. And they pay mc pre-war Avages. Not enough to buy more meat. Tliey have given me no fat since the beginning of the Avar. Within the last six months. I have only had fortyfive pounds of potatoes for my entire family. Besides that they gave, rne just a little Hour, a little sugar and a few eggs, that is all I have had for many long months. Not even the smallest amount of cereals or beans. "I am hungry. T am hungry and in rags. 1 am freezing and all Aviliter I shall get no coal, Avood, even the 1-ittic to cook my poor food. No wonder the Poles look' like skeletons. Their faces are ashen, their eyes sunken, their legs trembling. A man who once could easily lilt a cord of Avood can now lift hardly anything. And how many of them faint and drop dead at I heir Avork. And how many fall in the street from sheer exhaustion and hunger. '"I am hungry. I am hungry and f kn(MV that T owe it to the plague of Herman locusts that has settled down upon us, to the accursed horde that has occupied Poland. When I see the stores tilled Avith food i'o 1 ' Germans only, I see red. When I see those fat swine, my fists clench of themselves. But I will not let them see that hunger is gnaAving my innards. I Avill not go to work for tliem, though that would make

things easier for me. No! I will wait on. I will; sell everything I have to stick it out. 1 will eat what even pigs Avou'd refuse, just to see the day of reckoning conic. And then I shall find strength to catch a (levman, strength so that my logs will not fail me and my. hand will grab the son of a bitch by the throat that lie may •never breathe again. A whole pack of hounds is no match for a hungry wolf, and we shall be vfght there like, thousands, like millions of hungry wolves."