Author Ernst Toller Cities are so far away, humans live there. The knot chokes at your throat, a gray horror caresses your limbs. Who will freedom behold? When, at last, will the grubs rise up? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments