L'oppression

These hands good for everything even to hold weapons
In these streets that men have drawn for your own good
These lost shores towards which you persist
Where you want to land
And to prevent you
The hands of oppression
Watch her moan on people's faces
With eyes made up of schedules and dreams
Watch her silence at the throats of spring
With hands betrayed by the rising hunger
These eyes that watch you day and night
And are said to be fixed on numbers and hatred
These things 'forbidden' that you cling to
And that will be yours
When you close
The eyes of oppression
Watch her point her indecent smile
At the learned censorship that goes to mass
Watch her enjoy in this child's toy
And kill ghosts while losing your youth
These laws that embarrass you to the point of denying them
In the icy corridors of the advisory night
And Love rising at the University
That will invade you
When you break
The laws of oppression
Watch her stroll in the eyes of your friends
Under the joyful cover of fraternal suns
Watch her gradually slip into their hands
That will form fists
Once they have reached
The age of oppression
These eyes that watch you day and night
And are said to be fixed on numbers and hatred
These things 'forbidden' that you cling to
And that will be yours
When you close
The eyes of oppression