Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!

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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 stick 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 hunched 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.