A Situation That Knows No End

“Don’t beg for the right to live – take it”.
- Paris Graffitti, May 1968

“Work is the blackmail of survival”,
the means to gasp haphazardly.
It is all part of the deceit,
to fertilize the soil
with your sweat
so there can sprout
more chains of privation.
Fingers burnt
spit is spent,
while the snail
lurks near your realm.
After all,
Dachau is the world,
a microcosm of plunder
and hunger;
a place were
arbeit macht nie frei.
So jiggle your chains
and dance to heir rhythm,
if you like to keep on
with your beating.