The Slave (1920) - Harvard Art Museum
Seven thousand years have passed since first I was born, yet I have seen only submissive slaves and shackled prisoners.
I have traveled the east and the west of the world and wandered
in the shadows of life and in its bright days. I have beheld the caravans of nations and peoples journeying from its
caves to its castles, but until now I have seen only serfs bent beneath their burdens, arms bound by chains, knees bent
before idols.
I have followed man's path from Babylon to Paris,
from Nineveh to New York? Everywhere beside his footprints in the sand I saw the marks of his dragging chains?
Everywhere the valleys and hills echoed with the grief of generations and centuries.
I entered the palaces, the squares, the temples.
I stood before thrones, altars, and pulpits? There I saw the laborer a slave to the merchant, the merchant a slave to the soldier,
the soldier a slave to the general, the general a slave to the king, the king a slave to the priest, the priest a slave to the idol,
the idol shaped from dust by devils and raised above a hill of dead men's skulls.
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