Kounnar ruz
RED ANGER
There is no worm so small
that
it won't curl up, if one
walks on top of it
No, I no longer
dare,
Dearly beloved
parents,
I no longer dare to
direct my gaze
At your pictures.
On your faces I read
too many rebukes
Rebukes for my
laziness, for my carelessness:
I fail in my
strictest duties,
Fail to defend my
country's integrity,
That sacred heritage
passed through the centuries,
From generation to
generation in your lineage.
I let that sacred
heritage weaken,
For fear of losing
the good graces
Of the bigshots of
the parish...
...But you know
well, my mother and my father,
The little people?
It's better for them to keep quiet.
Keep quiet and
suffer.
To be immobilized
throughout their lives
By the aristocracy
It's the little
people who don't have the right
To defend their
right!
They don't have the
right to shed a tear for their unhappiness
Except in secret
from everyone...
However, I can no longer keep quiet,
I've already been
quiet too long,
Months and months I have been patient,
Between epochs of
rage
And epochs of despair.
I have felt too much
bitterness in my heart,
One day soon the
package
Will explode,
Like a spring too
restrained
And all the worse
for someone
For
There is nothing
worse on earth
Than sheep enraged...
24 August 1971.
