Written by: Haim Nahman Bialik for WhiteRoseMagazine This poem was written in tribute to the victims of the Kishinev pogrom. Arise and go now to the city of slaughter;Into its courtyard wind thy way;There with thine own hand touch, and with the eyes of thine head,Behold on tree, on stone, on fence, on mural clay,The spattered blood and dried brains of the dead.Proceed thence to the ruins, the split walls...