Indesinenter

We knew
A single master
And we’ve seen how
He became
A dog
Degraded by his stomach
By flattery to his stomach
By fear
He cowers under the whip
In foolish oblivion of
The right
He has
Moth-eaten, full
Of pests
He licked unceasingly
The rough hand
Which has him tied up
For so long
In the mud
It would have been
Easy for him to make
An impenetrable and high wall
Of his silence:
He chose
The great gentle shame
Of barking
We have never been able
Though, to give up hope
Of the old defeated one
And in the night we raise
Shouts in a song
For the words overflow
With meaning
The water, the earth
The air, the fire
Are his
If he finally takes the chance
Of being himself
He will have to say
Enough at once
To want now
To walk again
Upright, without a break
Forevermore
A man saved among the people
Against the wind
Saved among the people
Now the master of all;
No cringing dog
But his own master