My hopes, my aspirations, my desires,
Alas, are dreams, mere dreams, alas, mere dreams.
THE GREAT DISCARD
I see a mighty junk-heap rising high,
Old bibles, crosses, crescents, six-point stars
And other symbols, idol’s fetiches—
The bloody tools of greed and superstition,
That have tormented man for centuries,
Disfiguring his body and his mind.
I see the flags of all the various nations,