A  generation  raised  in  darkness

Controlled,  polluted  -  fed  with  the  truth

A  truth  that  blinds  their  view

Their  ways  and  fates  decided  -  implanted  sorrows  kill  their  needs

A  common  way  to  happiness,  but  I  never  learned  to  sell  myself

Poets  became  silent,

While  clowns  arose  and  burned  the  books  again

No  thinkers  daring  vision  grew,

Where  thieves  ran  free  and  crippled  human  dignity

In  the  noise  of  unimportance

And  stupidity  the  sceptic＇s  whispers  went  unheard

Be  sure,  this  storm  will  not  drown  my  voice

Be  sure,  my  hands  will  sow  the  seeds  of  reason

I＇ll  never  be  a  minor,  I＇ll  never  be  a  happy  slave

May  this  cold  sever  my  face

And  my  the  pain  weaken  my  fists

No  inner  strife  will  touch  me

The  only  truth  is  in  my  heart