We were born
Within a snare,
Cubs of Men.
Our horizons -
Walls of our pen.
Daily we lick
A finger wounded
In the teeth of the trap.

Gallop and soar
O Defiant man
Scale the heights
Tunnel the depths - -
Your orbicular saga
Will not bridge
The gates of your cell.

From the Hebrew by Yanki Tauber

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