Katha Upanishad

I live together with the cynicism and the hypocrisy, that cross the summit of Kilimanjaro.
Where a barrel of petroleum is more important than a person.
I don't know if it is a kingdom, a republic, or a principality. Also nobody knows.
What is, or what will be.

Daily hear: "him - or her - was the where?! " it was "to run fast, because a boss wants to steal him the land"

This for here is an enclosed island of fortifications everywhere.
Have petroleum, diamonds, a radio, a television, and a newspaper.
The roughness of the nobility is for life.

I adapted a Katha Upanishad to my reality:
Difficult it is to walk under sharpened thread, edge of a cutlass
Of a side hunger, of the other poverty
For top, state of siege, underneath repression
Behind police, ahead prison

It is arduous, the tyrants say, it is the road of the desolation.

No longer have I doubted, I acquired the certainty, it is other Victory of the Pigs, other Zimbabwe that is reborn.

Gil Gonçalves
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