<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>Bujać! wrote</title><author_name>Bujać! (npub1ad…hn7pf)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.now/npub1adsudqw8jge35ff5g8vc7q6xqugpza3cxmaqm6fgk4uv0nd50gms4hn7pf</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.now</provider_url><html>For all the English speakers asking what does „Bujać!” mean.&#xA;&#xA;  tle;dr: I’ve stolen it from Julian Tuwim - poet who wrote „Do prostego człowieka” back in 1929 (sic!).  Translated by: Marcel Weyland:&#xA;&#xA;„To the simple man”&#xA;&#xA;When every wall is hid by many&#xA;new posters freshly pasted up,&#xA;when ‘to the people’, ‘to the Army’,&#xA;in black print stare appeals alarming,&#xA;and any dolt, and any pup&#xA;will take for gospel each old lie&#xA;that one should go and shoot off guns&#xA;and murder, poison, rob, at once;&#xA;start drumming into all our noggins&#xA;the ‘Fatherland’; the mob incite,&#xA;bamboozle with bright-coloured slogans,&#xA;egg on with ‘Our historic right’,&#xA;‘every inch’, ‘glory’, ‘sacred borders’,&#xA;with ‘our forebears’, ‘pay the price’,&#xA;with ‘heroes’, ‘flag’ and ‘sacrifice’;&#xA;when bishop, pastor, rabbi come&#xA;to say a blessing on each gun,&#xA;for God has told them, that His will&#xA;is that for Country – you should kill;&#xA;when gutter tabloid screams and rages&#xA;in letters huge on its front pages,&#xA;and herds of females lose their voice&#xA;throwing bouquets at ‘our brave boys’,&#xA;– O, my untutored simple friend,&#xA;mate from this land, or other land!&#xA;Know that the bells for these alarums&#xA;kings strike, with girls with ample charms,&#xA;Know it’s all hogwash, lies perverted,&#xA;And when these call out: ‘Shoulder arms!’&#xA;That somewhere from the ground oil spurted,&#xA;With dollars soiling the bright colours;&#xA;That in their banks there’s something rotten,&#xA;They smelled some moneybags, it looks,&#xA;Or cooked some scheme, the oily crooks,&#xA;For higher import tax for cotton.&#xA;Drum on the pavement with your gun!&#xA;Ours the blood, the oil is theirs!&#xA;And through each capital and town&#xA;Scream out, to guard your cash blood-won:&#xA;‘Tell us another, noble sirs!’. &#xA;&#xA;---&#xA;In that version &#34;bujać&#34; has been translated to &#34;Tell us another&#34; but I also like nostr:nprofile1qy88wumn8ghj7mn0wvhxcmmv9uq36amnwvaz7tmwdaehgu3dxqcju7tpdd5ksmmwdejjucm0d5hsqgp74j48dqex6lwwsrmwu9ad5xvma0n7k0q6vzeek98q5k9m43n0usv9z2vy translation: &#34;bounce out!&#34;</html></oembed>