Full moon burning
Against the Night
Darkness falters
Under the light
Hunters prowl
And shoot the kill
But tonight they cannot
Break this will
Tonight the Wolves
Join fast together
Forming a pack
No one can sever
Bounding across
The moon-washed plain
Hunters may come
But they cannot aim
Tonight the Wolves
Fight with one claw
Their fangs unite
To form one jaw
Passions rise
To fever heights
Trample the ground
No room for fright
Each wolf pushing
The next one stronger
Each one making
The next run longer
Men may try
But they cannot hide it
When the Wolf Pack runs
No one can divide it.

This is for all the demonstrators in Brussels on Friday… and for one in particular, who must promise me to fight hard but not to get hurt.