You sullen pig of a man <br />you force me into the mud <br />with your stinking ash-cart! <br /> <br />Brother! <br />--if we were rich <br />we'd stick our chests out <br />and hold our heads high! <br /> <br />It is dreams that have destroyed us. <br /> <br />There is no more pride <br />in horses or in rein holding. <br />We sit hunched together brooding <br />our fate. <br /> <br />Well-- <br />all things turn bitter in the end <br />whether you choose the right or <br />the left way <br />and-- <br />dreams are not a bad thing.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/libertad-igualdad-fraternidad/
