THE INTELLECTUALS

bound we were
poverty was very patient
explaining
it is not time yet

the mind transcends
oppression
obsessed with the freedom
of the future
it works slowly, silently,
and surely

the ropes had gone
weak
our hands have become
too strong
for the tying

bound no more
the eagles soar higher than the
tallest mountain

freed at last
we take no revenge
in grace
our poetry triumphs
serene and
divine.