"When the regime ordered
Books with dangerous knowledge
To be burned in public and everywhere
Oxen were forced to pull, carts with books
To the bonfires, one of the persecuted poets
Disconcerted, that his books were forgotten.
He rushed to his desk, flying on wings of rage
And wrote a letter to the authorities.
Burn me! He wrote with a quick stroke
Burn me! Don't do this to me! Do not spare me!
Have I not always reported the truth in my books?
Yet now you treat me as were I as a liar!
I command you: Burn me!"
By Bertolt, Brecht
