Nor me
My name is, I don't know!
I look at my clock
And the pointers always move
In the same direction
Which, I don't know
And what does that interest?
Because we moved all
In the same direction of the dictatorships
And my future is the law of the violence
Of the bullet
When I look for my window
(no longer I see the sun, steal-millstone)
Is the democracy after all that?
Do they steal in the how terrorists?
And they say that the other terrorists
Do they attack us?
With so many terrorists that govern us?
Yes! This world is of the global terrorism
National
Only even a government that doesn't know what is the
love
He bets in the mendicancy of the streets
Yes! Democracy is that!
Voters that voted for in the stability, in the
change
They lost the hope of a better life
After all it is a lot, very worse
I already know which my name is
BEGGING!
I look at the wall, yes, I am one more walled
in
Of the democracy
I look, eye, I turn the glance
But, I only see walls
And very armed forces of safety
For against who to struggle us?
Against the beggars!
And the terrorists move forward, implacable
As ants, grasshoppers, piranhas
And these governments' bet is to end with the
love
To substitute it for the terror
the corruption strengthens the agony
of the democracy
and where there is no love
there is terrorism, terror
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