Freedom from fear is the

Freedom

I claim for you my motherland!

Freedom from the burden of the

aged, bending your head,

Breaking your back, blinding

your eyes to the beckoning

call of the future;

Freedom from the shackles of

you fasten yourself in night's

stillness,

mistrusting the star that speaks

of truth's adventurous paths;

freedom from the anarchy of

destiny

whole sails are weakly yielded to

the blind uncertain winds,

and the helm to a hand ever rigid

and cold as death

freedom from the insult of

dwelling in a puppet's world,

where movements are started

through brainless wires,

repeated through mindless

habits,

where figures wait with patience

and obedience for the

master of show

to be stirred into a mimicry of

life