Abjure anything that s not natural, renounce everything that is
farcical, refrain from letting this grim situation worsen, ignore
anybody disrespecting your person, refuse to be afraid, for we have
everything to gain and resist the indifference that has kept you
enslaved, it s a jungle out there and soon we ll all feel the
pressure, they say its all good but we can make it all better. It is a
persistent glibness that dominates this area, the long arm of the law
is just a long marrow, aiming at the butterflies, songbirds and
sparrows, for anything that tries to fly meets replies of more guns,
more nukes and more ammo, check the global news channels, these
crooked heathens justifying their deeds, another crass, blatant lie
indeed, by the will of the bourgeoisie, many more will surely die and
bleed, yet they say they don t really mean them and we, the politics
of division, creating fresh revenue for prisons, the dollar is
religion, no different from the same sort of hand of the first to rape
and pillage these lands. Thus little difference remains, the capital
gains controls your domain, closing the brain so thought can t circulate,
implementing foreign aid, paramilitary intervention is the seed they
sew, it needs blood to grow. But what they need to know that what is
reaped is what you keep, revolutions difficult to eat, it uproots the
teeth, so beware for we intend to stop your smiling, our wrath shall
be endured until our masters stop defiling. Yet we persist in our
apathy, outrage poorly invested and hence we are subjected to the will
of the oppressive, not free, only licensed, no union, only divided and
our masters who see our idleness remain delighted. Not compassionate,
only polite, too well trained, to the yoke of a repressive regime we
stay enchained. Not alive, only excited its an ubiquitous curse, that
survival is ritual submerged in the perverse, a culture of short
attention, huge stomachs and smaller skirts, where the mind and the
soul are made devoid of their worth. You fight for scraps from a
banquet and then call yourselves paid, yet your proletarian brethren
is worked like a slave, I could give a damn if child, woman or man
recalls my legacy, I seek to erect a world in which we all can live
free.
