My father, his family
Struggled through history
Maintaining their sanity
Wrapped in chains, and in prosperity
And my sons who might be the last
Well excel the standards of the working man
And tear down the barrier
That separates the caste
On re-reading Simone Weil’s “Oppression and Liberty”
less is more:
what a good song
I hope my sons too
‘tear down the barrier
that separates the caste’