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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