My name nobody knows

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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