We had not heard your name, Lidice,
Till your heart’s blood was shed ;
You had no fame to reach us,
Till your boys and girls were dead.
There is no marriage in Lidice,
There is no love or birth,
There is no drilling in the mines,
No ploughing of the earth.
But now we know your name, Lidice ;
We see you from afar,
Not as a village lost in death
But as a guiding star.
MAZO DE LA ROCHE 1942 – 1944