The situation in the Polish and European countryside is, to put it mildly, difficult. However, farmers do not want to fight EU regulations only with protests. Sometimes they do it… in verse.
As she said in the cult Miś Aleksandra, the best consolation were the words of the song – “friendly, soldierly, simple”.
In this case, it’s not about a song, but about a poem that has been circulating on X for several hours and is taking the internet by storm.
Sweeten reality with a poem…
A poem created by farmers in which they make it clear that this is the end of submission, that the time for talking is over.
Far away, in Brussels, who have never seen a farmer, they invented some nonsense.
He didn’t even think which one.
They called it green disorder, they sent it to us as a nuisance.
We do not agree to this and we will pay back Brussels.
We will not fallow or liquidate either pigs or cattle, because we are disgusted with Brussels.
They imported grain and sugar from Ukraine for no reason (and you know what rhymes),
Polish grain is pickling in granaries,
it won’t even cross their minds,
that these transits to ports cause great disruptions.
Where will we sell our grain? Because it’s definitely not across the sea.
Instead of serving us, Polish ships sail just for fun.
By transporting goods from Ukraine to our target markets.
This cannot be the case any longer!
For Poles, Polish grain, Polish sugar, Polish milk, because it has gone too far!
So that in our own country foreigners would keep beating us in the nuts!
Oh Europe, ta Europe!
Not for our boy anymore!
Not for a man, not for a woman, just for weirdos!
Environmentalists and strange activists only shout about the climate with their pants full of fear.
That their glaciers are melting, that sheep fart too much!
And one day they will get cancer from the delicious pork loin.
European noble slogans cannot do without butter!
Neither butter nor milk! No worms for humans!
Electric cars, although nice, although beautiful, will not even bring the government without a plug and without electricity.
The farmer feeds, the farmer defends and he will chase away this stupidity!
On biodiesel with your tractor, but you have to do it in time,
so that others do not tell us what we will do in our own fields.
Freedom and property are slogans whose value has not expired!
Come to your senses in Brussels for the benefit of all!
Let’s walk briskly not to the left, not to the right, but in the middle!
Regardless of your views, don’t turn people into camels!
Listen to our voices, don’t waste Polish ears of corn!
We absolutely love Europe and we will not give our vote to anyone!
Because we will not allow ourselves to be taken by force in the debate on its shape!
As you can see, farmers organizing the upcoming protest are not idle and are trying to make their gray everyday life at least more friendly.
Every revolution has its own melody
In the comments, Internet users also quote Bertold Brecht’s poem, Resolution of the Communards, which has an exceptionally profound message in this situation.
COMMUNARD RESOLUTION
Bertold Brecht, translated by Robert Stiller
Considering that we were weak, you
They have multiplied laws that will allow us to be subjugated.
We invalidate these laws, of course
Given that we no longer accept slavery.
Considering that you then threaten us
With rifles and a bayonet in the chest
We decide that from now on our lives will be miserable
It will be more terrible than death.
Considering that we have suffered from hunger so far
And they allowed themselves to be robbed, now they have to be robbed
To say that only a glass divides us
From the good bread we need.
Considering that you then threaten us
With rifles and a bayonet in the chest
We decide that from now on our lives will be miserable
It will be more terrible than death.
Given that it’s a coincidence, even the luckiest one
He won’t make me ask for something from you,
We will take over the country and the government ourselves, considering
That if you are not there, it will be enough for us.
Considering that you then threaten us
With rifles and a bayonet in the chest
We decide that from now on our lives will be miserable
It will be more terrible than death.
Considering that the authorities keep misleading us
And we don’t trust what the government promises
We decide that under our own leadership
We will now create a good life for man.
Since you won’t understand anyway
No human words except weapons in hand
We have to, because it will pay off in the end
Turn the muzzles on you.
Every great revolution goes with a song and a poem on its lips. So far, we have already heard Dąbrowski’s Mazurka and Rota during agricultural protests.
Will it be the same this time? We’ll find out in a few days.
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