Freedom

Freedom from fear is the freedom

  I claim for you my motherland!

 Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,

  Breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning

  call of the future;

  Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith

  you fasten yourself in night's stillness,

Mistrusting the star that speaks of truth's adventurous paths;

  Freedom from the anarchy of destiny

  Whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,

And the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death.

Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet's world,

  Where movements are started through brainless wires,

Repeated through mindless habits,

  Where figures wait with patience and obedience for the

  Master of the show,

  To be stirred into a mimicry of life.