The Epic Poem of the Darkness (87). Me, the President chose myself, I imposed myself to govern

For the world peace to stabilize, the empires should teach

to use our participating administration

The electronics files where they stay

the words, the secret passes of the easy fortunes

In this Angola that is not mine who enriches it steals

and to steal is so easy

It is enough to belong or to become friends to the family in the power

And they are born condominiums, they break the domains

of the cottages

The bonus of the businesses, ignominies is received

Lament a lot, but I think I should not be despised

For here it doesn't exist safe, everything is insecure

When my President speaks to the nation, it seems that it is in UN

With very educated words, it exhorts our culture

the lack of culture of the hunger omits her.

Ah! The hunger, that is of the competence of the international agencies

Me, the President chose myself, I imposed myself to govern

To receive the high individualities that they land in our palaces

And to speak… and to speak that inside of next years, always the same ones

we will struggle, we will make any thing

Fearless and it doesn't calm the epidemic of the hunger ballasts, he extends as the deserts

So fragile it seems my body in the fortress of my beauty

The sea curled in symphony

With the black clouds of IMF seeming rain

The nature moved around. He ordered the preparations

the desire among so many already comes absentees

See you later, until tomorrow among liquors

that they get lost for a thread

The damned human destroys the marine food

The marines, sailors in earth seek the human life for feeding

The starving fins for they are not extinguished

If some thing in my house come to enter, it is right that will assault me

My laundress life didn't end

So much clothes that I took, washed, and the sun didn't dry

I should walk half-naked, nude for a foreigner to date

If some food home wants to take

I am not a prostitute, I am a submarine that uses to ballast

My ghastly silence is an act electoral, of the situation

I don't know what don't want

I dressed a hipper mini-skirt adventurer, bivalve border

A friend prevented the incautious ones and he wrote in my bifurcation:

"Danger! High tension! AIDS! Any one is to sit down in my electric chair”

The formation easiest of the profitable slavery: to carry in the trigger

Ah! That now in this other power liberator of you black

I dispute the vultures a string of food

Image: Angola em fotos