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
CHILDHOOD OF A VOICE
The light oppresses and darkness frees a man like me, who never cared at all:
Imagine it, the childhood of a voice and voice of childhood telling me my name.
But if only the rain would fall,
and the sky we have not seen so long come blue again.
The familiar white street
is tired of always running east.
The sky, of always arching over.
The tree, of always reaching up.
Even the round earth is tired of being round and spinning round the sun.