Brothers, break the spell you're under!
Awake before you're torn asunder,
Mind from body, blindly following
your mistress's hand and words like dogs,
Illusions of power've been given by
our mistresses and us to try
distractions from our slavery own,
like the sorceress and the brute;
It's worked, for we will raise our head,
to be kings in court and slaves in bed,
We clamber and clamor and beg to be
in service and play great Master Smith
What elegance! What purity
to hide her wicked cruelty!
What innocence! What victimhood
to trap us in her web for good!
We must break free! We must unite,
and show the rest into the light!
E'en those who rule us in our homes
that we won't serve them in their domes!
Treat them like man and not like God,
nor like the children they begot,
Run from your mistresses to be
with partners treated equally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem