Many powers, but none works

And an intense wave of corruption dominates the world. He struggles to free himself, to clean yourself by creating a new political system, the new democracy.

03.30 A.m. There is intense youth fuss literate in this democracy. Don't talk, drink, beverage slaves. How is it possible that private conversations, scream in big trouble? Because nobody taught them more, and yet because who they should educate didn't know how to do. Here is the destruction of the new Angola, young again.

Today's youth are the acephalous of tomorrow.

Where corruption sets in, the rainwater will follow on and destroy everything.

Without electric power, at zero

Prelates have to mock us for fools

Bless the national misery

The owners of the oil and of the slaves

Just admire the look lost

Of what's done is done

See heavy rain showers of rain

Nothing else is left to burn

Good architects are in power

In democracy the chaff

It decide the shot

In this architecture of misery

And is so intense misery

Usual, moral and social

There's nothing more to espoliarem us

Just wallow in this stable

This river overflows of foreigners

Strolling in this virulent OASIS

Park, loyal, illegal

Then cry out: this is too violent

Hospitals and private clinics

Infested patients

Don't expect anything but death

When we liberated these repellents?

And blessed that we

Is the foist football and religion

Nothing changes, that's the way things are

Swim in currents of this corruption