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.

terça-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2015

Crude oil slavery and corruption



Who dares to denounce murders 
It is concisely for the tyranny judged 
As the vulgar born criminals 
Where in the tyranny the innocent is condemned 
It is there went to the purchases the sister Isabel 
Very easily she bought Portugal  
Little it lacks her for the Nobel prize
With the promiscuity of the state bottom 
Wow! This unsustainable hypocrisy 
That he doesn't reveal us anything of positive 
40 years of slavery night and day 
Everything is celebrated that is negative 
Imagine to poke a furious dog 
It is that, it is going like this the Angolan politics 
Pursued by the dark crude oil 
Again under he listens in the streets to the civilian 
And of them and of their politics I blocked myself 
There I found false terrible friendships 
Frightened, spurred of them I stood back 
Of the lost time of their trivialities 
Politicians escape from the national interest 
They act exclusive in the personal interest 
Blessed for the power of only one person 
To can and such disproportionate wealth 
In her crude oil always winners 
And we in the hope always expired 
In this homeland of our salespersons 
In the unconstitutional baton soiled 
It is prohibited to hear radios and to read newspapers 
For the crude oil they are all and all state 
Information of the national monarchies  
Of the belligerent irrational instincts 
Rice and Chinese spaghetti 
Unpalatable they are sold in Kero 
That more will have of so much vileness 
More subjection to this doesn't want 
The political disaster is consummated 
And in the traffic bottled very much 
The police take the escorted boss 
Under the power of the counted time 
While if it invests in the corruption 
And in the uniforms we won't have education 
Angola buried her in the betrayal 
And of her he won't not resurrect 


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