Stolen Days by Pier Paolo Pasolini‏

We who are poor have little time
for youth and beauty:
you can do well without us.

Our birth enslaves us!
butterflies shorn of all beauty,
buried in the chrysalis of time.

The wealthy don’t pay for our time:
those days stolen from beauty
possessed by our fathers and us.

Will time’s hunger never die?

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