Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!

You sullen pig of a man

you force me into the mud

with your stinking ash-cart!/

Brother!

— if we were rich

we’d hold our chests out

and hold our heads high!/

It is dreams that have destroyed us./

There is no more pride

in horses or in rein holding.

We sit together brooding

our fate./

Well —

all things turn bitter in the end

whether you choose the right or

the left way

and —

dreams are not a bad thing.

~ William Carlos Williams