Again a meeting, noisy, dying, br half colloquium, br half co-lying. br Obedient hands br raised to vote, br is there no sob of sentiment br in your throat br when making br a charming deal br to dismember friends br on the wheel? br What kind of minority br honestly stands? br Only two hands, br only two hands. br A minority has courage, br the majority reeks. br They are not Bolsheviks, br just bullshitviks. br They are not soldiers br of revolutions. br Just soldiers br of resolutions. br You, my friends, br are silent with reason. br But cowardly silence br also is treason. br Oh, majority, majority, br creators and victims of fraud, br so many times you’ve br tortured, corrupted, br you have no right br to be our god. br The non-ruling minority br has no authority. br On so many cowards I see br an invisible life vest. br But how powerless is the dishonest assent br of the majority. br And how powerful is br minority’s honest protest. br br 1957 br Translated by Albert C.