I saw
people my age leaving
along the roads that lead nowhere,
searching for the dream that drives to madness
in the pursuit of something they cannot find
in the world they already have, inside nights soaked by wine,
inside transformed pill rooms,
along the smoke clouds of a city-made world,
being against swallowing our tired civilization
and a god who is dead,
at the edges of the roads god is dead,
in cars bought on installment plans god is dead,
in the summer myths god is dead...
I was told
that this generation of mine no longer believes
in what they often masked with faith,
in the eternal myths of homeland or hero
because the time 已经来了 to deny
everything that is false, faith made of habit and fear,
a politics that's just about making career,
interested hypocrisy, dignity built on emptiness,
the hypocrisy of those who always stand with reason and never with wrong
and a god who is dead,
in extermination camps god is dead,
with racial myths god is dead
with party hatreds god is dead...
But I think
that this generation of mine is prepared
for a new world and a hope just born,
for a future they already hold in their hands,
for a revolt without weapons,
because we all know now
that if god dies it is for three days and then rises again,
in what we believe god is risen,
in what we want god is risen,
in the world we will make god is risen...
Greet with joy!
