you, who cowed your mouths –,
forced your eyes outwards –,
I too
love you,
who first turned the whip
against own dreams
and said: lay down!
and then stretched the sword
over
the small and fallen
towards the large and cheeky –,
forgetting own tears
for others’ suffering –
I love you –
o that you might live
till they,
whom you now give bread
come to crave
also your dreams and your tears –,
and you can lose the whip
and give everything –