The Petty Bourgeoisie Poem by Dritëro Agolli

The Petty Bourgeoisie



What's all the uproar?
we can sit in the kitchen;
The food smells good, we won't go hungry;
If we are thirsty,
we can drink;
If our nails are getting long,
we can cut them!

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Translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie
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