Lodisenso

Josef Breitenbach     Bertolt Brecht, Paris     1937

Like one who brings an important letter to the counter after office

            hours:  the counter is already closed.

Like one who seeks to warn the city of an impending flood, but speaks

            another language.  They do not understand him.

Like a beggar who knocks for the fifth time at a door where he has four

            times been given something:  the fifth time he is hungry.

Like one whose blood flows from a wound and who awaits the doctor:

            his blood goes on flowing.

So do we come forward and report that evil has been done us.

The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered

            there was a cry of horror.  Then a hundred were butchered.  But

            when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the

            butchery, a blanket of silence spread.

When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out ‘stop!’

When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible.  When sufferings

            become unendurable the cries are no longer heard.  The cries, too,

            fall like rain in the summer.

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