Reason, I Sacrifice You To The Evening

In The Whole World No Poor Devil Is Lynched, No Wretch Is Tortured, In Whom I Too Am Not Degraded And Murdered.

The Weakness Of Most Men They Do Not Know How To Become A Stone Or Tree.

It Is No Use Painting The Foot Of The Tree White, The Strength Of The Bark Cries Out From Beneath The Paint.

Out Of The Sky, The Birds, The Parrots, The Bells, Silk, Cloth, And Drums, Out Of Sundays Dancing, Children's Words And Love Words, Out Of Love For The Little Fists Of Children, I Will Build A World, My World With Round Shoulders.

Communism Has Served Us Ill In Having Us Swap A Living Brotherhood For What Looks To Have The Features Of The Coldest Of All Chill Abstractions.