I wrote this song shortly after reading Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis, one of the books that circulated in Camp Melinka from hand to hand and cabin to cabin.
I presume I don’t have to explain who is the one experiencing the metamorphosis here.
Due to security considerations, these verses were only sung in a low voice and before a selected audience of political prisoners.
Published on: 23 September 2015
of the example of a servile being
the owner of his garments but not his mind.
A despicable, obedient biped
who sickened craving power
despite his suffering
but sobbed like a madman
because he couldn’t be brave
living in a subjugated skin.
Then he grew a fierce fang,
claws grew out of each limb
and with them, he dug a lair in the dirt.
Finally, the beast in him was born.
His hunger became so voracious
His cruelty knew no bounds
And his brain was a stomach
a tomb for all fantasy
a prison of imagination.
After three years of training
He decided to fulfil his greatest aspiration,
Attack the home of the regent
who was a sharp and eloquent man.
He readied the battalion
cleaned the cannon barrel
and ordered the troops to fire
while he shined the boot
that he would wear as a dictator.
And as of that moment
No one could save that man
from going down into the animal’s den
where he ended up
just like his ancestor.
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