Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied, <br />Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention, <br />Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors. <br />Go as a great wave of cool water, <br />Bear my contempt of oppressors. <br /> <br />Speak against unconscious oppression, <br />Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, <br />Speak against bonds. <br />Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis, <br />Go to the women in suburbs. <br />Go to the hideously wedded, <br />Go to them whose failure is concealed, <br />Go to the unluckily mated, <br />Go to the bought wife, <br />Go to the woman entailed. <br /> <br />Go to those who have delicate lust, <br />Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted, <br />Go like a blight upon the dulness of the world; <br />Go with your edge against this, <br />Strengthen the subtle cords, <br />Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul. <br />Go in a friendly manner, <br />Go with an open speech. <br />Be eager to find new evils and new good, <br />Be against all forms of oppression. <br />Go to those who are thickened with middle age, <br />To those who have lost their interest. <br /> <br />Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family- <br />Oh how hideous it is <br />To see three generations of one house gathered together! <br />It is like an old tree with shoots, <br />And with some branches rotted and falling. <br /> <br />Go out and defy opinion, <br />Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood. <br />Be against all sorts of mortmain.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/commission/
