This is not Angola
they are bankers and other butchers
in the carnage
If it went like them, if it stole would be rich. This is the only middle that it still subsists to enrich
That they prove me the opposite. There won't be anybody
that he throws me the first million of dollars to undeceive me
because the law protects them
The powerful ones and the robbery are protected of the weak ones and failed to protect
and then the merciless terrorism
He is not fast appeal because two legal professions exist:
one for poor, other for rich, and disinherited them…
It was not in vain that this word was pronounced for the first time Disinherited… because the cancerous ones powerful they inherited her
The warranty of my recent freedom was to shoot for the garbage the technical books left by the colonialists, because in the new life they would not have any advantage. It was as soon as thought in the new revolutionary ideology: only the Marxist-Leninist books were edifying
It is still the healthy
When we gave for the allure, it was too late
We returned to the caves, to the tunnels of the spirit without light
Again in the claws of the vampires
To hear cicada sing and to see ant keep
MY PEOPLE,
When they hear the politicians speak they keep her silence
When them if they tire they will speak
and you will be listened
At night be not afraid of the shadows of his dictatorships
On the contrary, be congratulated by the moonlight that offers you
the democracy
don't trust at any church
because they take you to the slavery
Because in the times that run
we should thank such sublime liberator day
When they come other hungry persons to pass to your side
Don't despise them. They indicate the roads that wait
to the that divert malicious the flows of our wealth
Daily they will hear many songs of promises
The same music always played in the same radios, newspapers, TVs
They will always exist many dictators with mystic airs
but few will be listened
In the storms of the cities they learn how to dive in the crowds
Stand back and observe them
They will see speakers in the circus with a lot of joke
In the a lot of idle hours they count the time that remains for us to live
They will see after many colonized years passed
And they won't have more spare times to recover the lost time
They know many rulers but no people
They will never know nobody
if they don't know deeply one of them
And when finally alone and abandoned
Remember that your parents
In the silences of the tombs they await your company
and they will always be with you
And worse than the worst is to be better
Image: Angola em fotos
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