“Mom, I’m a helpless slave, my skin hardly
holds on to the bone, my eyes pop out
of my head as in a toad, my stomach hollers
with a wound sticking to my spine, I have
no money for the food, nor for beer, nor
for pants, mama I break like a reed shaken
by the wind, I don’t have a country, I don’t
have a woman, I have in myself nothing
but a drop of diluted blood.”
“Shut up, my son! I didn’t give birth to you
for lamentations, nor for the reason that you be
the dog of the accursed Jews, nor that you be
a traitor, nor vendor. You son, you should know
you don’t have a country on loan, nor mind for sale,
I gave birth to you so that you stand strong on your
feet and that you should pass like the wind
through the cannibalistic vendors I gave birth
to you so that you should defend your land
not for you to enter into it like a piece of shit.
Stick God into your bone and take
what He gave you, get out of my sight, you lousy
guy. How can somebody be so stupid?!”
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