I love the slugs; and the eels and the
Cockroaches and the rats and everything else
Creepy crawly and abominable to Man.
Man despises because he puts himself above all
They are my friends, my brothers
In-arms, they know not that they are ugly,
No one has told them so and how are they to
Know to abhor their own crude likeness?
Only we can learn to judge, of what or who to hate
And who deserves our praise and adulation.
We alone make angels; we alone make demons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is unfortunate that the germans call a tortoise a Schildkrote, when that word literally means Shield-toad