For the women who mourn their dead in the secret night,
For the children taught to keep quiet, the old children,
The children spat-on at school.
For the wrecked laboratory,
The gutted house, the dunged picture, the pissed-in well
The naked corpse of Knowledge flung in the square
And no man lifting a hand and no man speaking.


Litany for Dictatorships (1935)


For the women who mourn their dead in the secret night, For the children taught to keep quiet, the old children, The children spat-on at school. For...

For the women who mourn their dead in the secret night, For the children taught to keep quiet, the old children, The children spat-on at school. For...

For the women who mourn their dead in the secret night, For the children taught to keep quiet, the old children, The children spat-on at school. For...

For the women who mourn their dead in the secret night, For the children taught to keep quiet, the old children, The children spat-on at school. For...