UNIVERSITY OF HUNGER/ ON THE FOURTH NIGHT OF HUNGER STRIKE/ WHAT CAN A MAN DO MORE/ CHILDHOOD OF A VOICE/ WHERE ARE FREE MEN/ AFTER ONE YEAR/ YOU ARE INVOLVED/ BLACK FRIDAY 1862/ ANONYNMOUS

ON THE FOURTH NIGHT OF HUNGER STRIKE

I have not eaten for four days

My legs are paining, my blood runs slowly.

It is cold tonight, the rain is silent and sudden

 

And yet there is something warm inside of me.

 

At my side my comrade lies in his bed watching the dark.

A cold wind presses chilly on the world.

It is the night of a Christmas day, a night in December

We watch each other noting how time passes.

 

Today my wife brought me a letter from a comrade.

I hid it in my bosom from the soldiers.

They could not know my heart was reading ‘Courage’!

 

They could not dream my skin was touching ‘Struggle’!

 

But comrade now I can hardly write at all,

My legs are paining, my eyes are getting dark.

It is the fourth night of a hunger strike, a night in December

I hold your letter tightly in my hand….