Mea culpa

MEA CULPA

 

---How stupid you are, people

Throwing stones at their signs

They have the right to stop you from passing

Through the city where they are

They have bought

They have paid

They have rebuilt ruins

That collapsed thirty years ago

Through the indifference of our Countrymen

Who go to town to buy a plot

---A hundred thousand francs per square meter--

After they've sold their mills

Or their farms to the Foreigner

For a mere trifling

You're stupid, people

Beating stones against their signs

Beat instead your own breasts.

 

September 1967