In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

quinta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2009

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (81). I Yellow brownish dying equal to the corrupt ones and speculators

The sun as a gigantic moved away curtain
he entered of outburst in the city
The plants begged him more water
He worried, it heated
In vain in the heads in Indians lines
buckets emptiness, supplicants in dripping
overbearing of the special guards
and presidential
before the next to drizzle

The salt was worth my weight in gold
The king of Ghana got rich as the currents
because of his gold.
These are real and marginal that enrich
the petroleum

They conquered me in the first European adventure
They inaugurated the slaves' traffic, gold, and ivory
They were flotation grocery stores with slaves from Senegal and Guinea
It is later in the Golf of Guinea.
It collects cloth and weapons of Europe
The king of Congo let to take for the Christianity
And the snakes and the chameleons ignored my sorceries

The silence nocturnal invades the city
with clouds of shots before the storm
Here and there roars are foreseen
The violence of the silence invaded the city

In a retreat of the clinic the daughter struggled with the mother's life
The daughter with the life in the hands
The lying mother in the hands of the life
The work struggled sharp in the hands
Made clamour, projects late branches
The mother seemed, a beauty of the eternal perished

The city dried off and she got rich
of powder
I yellow dying brownish
equal to the corrupt ones and speculators
stupors. To the real estate scarecrows
The rain arrived; he brought many buckets and brooms
It rained a lot of cleaning. The green hope was reborn
Of tingling of the people with and without a destination
repainting the millenarian picture of the divine hunger

Rediscovered America demanded slaves to Europe
Caribbean planted in the plantations and dived in the pearls
Indians mined in the gold mines and silver to the exhaustion of the death
Changes, substituted by the African resistance
Of the magnanimity colonial, original Portuguese and Spanish trade
The profit, the only attractive aspect of the disorderly human competed
They still today didn't gorge the safes of the world accumulation
Of the Dutchmen, Swedish, Danishes, Germans, French, and English
They fortified Occidental Africa
The fable of my slavery lucrative vein with the intolerant cooperation
Of the avidity and connivance of Africans
that they give us to the foreigners
as slave labour
to pay the palatial luxuries of their presidential guards
and governments of faking

Always more in front, always more in front, it was the sugarcane
and the clove plantations

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