Poem:
That Wall
Nazim Hikmet
Illustrated by Maureen Scott
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That wall... that wall..., |
Every single foot of that wall has an epic as long as that wall. |
Thal wall: They pluck the male organs of those who die in front of that
wall To make youth serums for the straw-like skeletons of syphilitic millionaires. |
To
the millionaires, buried in the flesh of whores It's like a radio concert to listen |
To the death sentences executed in front of that wall... |
There is a mobilisation more widespread, more deadly, more accursed than in 1914... 1939. The Sixth Fleet; nuclear devices; |
The C.I.A.; Imperialist generals; The Second International; Diplomats with gunpowder scented white gloves; Philosophers who dig and fertilise the soil of 'religion' to pick up its poisonous flower |
And write their work on banknotes. The scientists who sell death rays, |
They are mobilised: mobilised under the banner of that wall. The Wall of Imperialism. |
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