Indesinenter - Raimon

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