WE DON'T WANT BOSSES. PERIOD by Ferruccio Brugnaro

We don't want bosses of any kind
period.
The've already splashed around
in our blood,
already feasted plenty
on our lives.
Stop asking us so many questions.
Look at our injuries
the damage done to peasants
and miners.
We've gotta yank this plant out of the world
once and for always.
Don't ask anything else of us. We've really
made up our guts.
We don't want bosses
because they're
the same as ever,
because they want the land
all for themselves,
because they want the sun
all for themselves,
because they never stop
robbing, trampling
and killing, killing
day and night under every kind of sky.


Ferruccio Brugnaro, Italian worker and poet from Marghera, west of Venice.

From "Fist of Sun," translated by Jack Hirschman, published by Curbstone Press.
Taken, with permission, from Gary Lawless' Poetry Blog: http://mygrations.blogspot.com
See also his Blog featuring poets whose counries are embargoed by the United States: http://embargopoets.blogspot.com