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
WHERE ARE FREE MEN
O we have endured such absurd times
and waited so long, so weary with time.
Over the city our souls will fly like birds crying in the night.
There will be wild cries in the still night.
Over the city they will sound like the cries
of the ghosts of homeless birds
flying to the forest
flying from the sea.
And what in dreams we do in life we attempt,
But where are free men, where the endless streets?
Since we were born our wings have had no rest
Our prison of air is worse than one of iron!