The Epic Poem of the Darkness (95). The day by day in my concentration camp of Luanda

Maybe be the days without sun that they do us sad and aggressive

The days when they are born are not for all, they just continue for some. Always the same ones as a millenarian dynasty. In this earth nothing changed, on the contrary, everything worsened.

I don't apprehend our politicians' genetic head office

There are weapons in the back yards, in the streets, in the homes, in the cars… and in the children

Put of I control disseminated, with pickpockets uniformed

Without civilization, with Mafia, secret societies

And genetic attributes that they condition us

As the gene that blocks the commitment notion, of responsibility

He is "good, there are no problems. In a little while already step for here. Then I call, tomorrow I pass there. I will call without lack. Next Monday, I return later."

It is her politicizes of the apocalyptic ones

A step in front and three behind

The presupposition of a congenital politics

The most important is to end with the people.

The day by day in my concentration camp of Luanda

I don't know if I will get to sleep

for in the morning to get up

The death rattles stupors of the parties that they don't decide the frustrations

of the resonant violence, of the spiritual aggression, neuronal

Of the inconstant sleep, it is irrelevant

Black tides, oil company’s of restless sounds

That they decorate the infernal nights

I lie down in the anguish of not hearing such message

Up to now anything! They should be tired

from drinking, tied, leaned against

The sparrows already fly resonant

My biological clock woke up

I leave the bed, I assume an obligation to get up

Without water, without light, without anything to know

I don't know what to do

They told me that in the Internet there is a lot of food

I don't know where that is, as there to arrive, I will seek

Have-of any thing there to find

to console me

Ah! This black existence!

Because they want to end with my race!?

Is white only beautiful, and black ugly because dark, it darkens the atmosphere?

Hypocritical! Then that they put an end to the darkness of the nights

Make ocular operation to extract the colour black, black

Then they won't see more my exotic beauty, tropical

Well done! Roguish! Crooked, it is what are!

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