Anarchistbanjo's World

To My People

I would really like to be loved by many,
And also revered; I really would.
But my pride and my values
Shall never be in common
With a hundred thousand others.
 
I have a great fatherland:
The little brains of ten ordinary people
Make up my forehead.
I have never known a people
That share my truest values.
 
In my homeland stands a tree,
Which I love; it stands very tall,
In the middle of the forest.
There I dreamed many youthful dreams;
It rooted deeply, this tall tree.
 
There I dreamed that the human alone
Could outgrow,
The hundred thousand fold spell;
Until even ordinary people could free themselves
To become people!—My people, when will you be?

Richard Dehmal
Translated by Joe Bandel