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, 7 de janeiro de 2010

The Epic Poem of the Darkness (93). It is to play with the fire, to burn, to abandon the people, dismissing him of the elections

Weapons are sold to installments the any failed state
The supply of the armament guarantees the exercise
of the power to the army
The manufacturers motivate the violence
for I manufacture him of more weapons
It is for that that the modern wars
they are done, they are rendered to installments
The factories of the death are encouraged
There is always somebody that says: the weapons are necessary
for the economic development and social
of our people

And the populations run for her destiny
of the death
To flee of her and of the dictators' corruption
They and she are always presents
We are before them, he wants want wants not
Without a doubt that that is a demoniac gift
that easily is verified in the spaces of the cemeteries
Because we don't do of all those funerals
the awakening of our fight against the hunger!?
The faces of the crowds of the deads are not same

Always the dependence, no the independence, appears
when the reading doesn't live in the habits of a people
Then any import serves
And that per times the disunion makes the force
The constant demagogy is the inconstancy of the truth
I don't need Ramadan to fast
The hunger is my religion, nothing has to adore
I cannot evacuate my sadness, of that I am the sure
To speak of AIDS is as ballasting of the war
in Iraq, in other and in other
as a convoy without stops
without stations
How many more they die, less interest wakes up

When the horror is trivial, we became used to his mortal effect
It is the everyday. When the monotony of the situations repeats
as in the concentration camps Nazis
In the company of the spectra of the death, the unimaginable happens
We were the executioners' accomplices. In the cables of the damned ones
That they still do of the human beings, the return to the fields
Of the quartered members, accompanied of a philosophical symphony
that it guides the cadaverous end of the human species

The difference that exists between a horse and a man is the following:
The horse has four paws, the man has two hands and two feet
The man has brain, but a lot of mounts no

Badly to govern is to die quickly, it is a suicide
no necessary, but it is always present
It is to play with the fire, to burn, to abandon the people,
dismissing him of the elections
He still remains something
The serenity lost is returned never

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