Rainbow ButterfliesAll men are created the sameBut you're different, a shame!Can't you just try to fit in?Hide your wish for it's a sin! Walk in line, keep the orderDon't you dare to cross that border!Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:Hate is what love's preachers twitter.Scared of the unknown they fightAgainst it and for "What is right".To reconvert you is their goalAnxious by your lucent rainbow soulAll humans have the right to be freeTo choose the person we want to be.Why should the carnal shell stay a maleWhen each look in the mirror does ail?What's the crime of love between adultsWith the same gender? So why the insults?Yet, a lot of th
TrustSometimes it’s better to build bridges then to burn them,Some might say it’s better to take the respect then to earn it;Because we learn to be mean,But not how to lean, We learn to bust, But not how to trust;The system creates justice,But not how to trust us,Because we make the right moves,But we don’t know how to choose;This is the system that molds us,The system we use to stand,But for the few that break through this,We will make our demand.
Snowy Days and Drunken KidsHere we are- barricaded in the broken down bric-a-brac store,With gloomy eyes and examples of perfect abrasiveness,There they all stand- bulging stomachs and bulging pockets,Heavy from the work load, of another stealing day.That day-like today- with snowy tendrils and monster, limb-gnawing winds,With the grotesque kitten-like mewling gurgling sounds,That often erupt from a stomach, now empty,It’s contents of underage drinking and toffee cake now on the floor.And here- its parents, wailing in some corner of the room,One a beaten, broke woman, spewing acid as she sings,The other a man, his fists in balls and his bruises shown,Like medals across his face.It is days like these, these snowy days,That I’ve learnt to hate the most.
A Family ReunitedShe stood, looking down, precariously on the ledge with toes gripping the vertical concrete edge.Long ago, at the word from a doctor, she lost all will to try. All she could will now was to not cry.She listened to the city that was mostly asleep, then she screamed her secret she could no longer keep.“Broken liars, all who live without hearts and pain. Greedy, filthy, hurtful bastards, you're all so vain.You could have saved him in that alley so dark and cold! He was frail and frightened, tired and old.My father, a kind man, he lived on only hope. To war he lost his family! He lost all, he could not cope.You spit on him for his
Pequenos Detalles Además de las veces en las que por cansancio después de una larga jornada de ejercicio no podía ver con claridad, nunca tuve buena vista. Supongo que este es el colmo del detallista, tanto resquebrajo, tantas pecas, tantos borrones, tantas cicatrices, tantos defectos que surcaron mi vida sin yo nunca percatarme de ellos. Lo cierto es que nunca tuve buena vista, de lejos nunca pude distinguir entre un 0 y una persona, y de cerca solo veía la esencia de lo que fuese que observase, veía autos pero no veía transportes, veía gente pero no veía personas, veía pinturas pero no veía arte, veía letras pero no veía palabras, veía caras pero no veía rostros. Nunca me afectó, nací con este defecto y bien viví viendo lo que podía ver, no puedo decir que era feliz ya que sentía que me perdía de todo lo que rozaran mis ojos, motivo por el cual un d
BNPBNPA face in the crowdUnlike your ownYour mind fills with dreadAnd you fear a timeWhen white isn’t rightSo at the next electionYou vote for the BNPNo more than pseudo Nazi’sThere the only ones that understands youThe only ones who careThey gain your vote by fearDistortion of imageryAnd twisting of truthsThey make you believeWithout showing proofFocussing on insecuritiesThey prey on the weakConvincing you it’s all “their” faultThey have taken your jobsTheir the reason your poorAll the fascist propagandaSpreads throughout the landTurning neighbour against neighbourTo suit their own ends
One worldOne world, one cultureThat is the futurePushing us togetherTo make us all the sameUnited under one flagAll part of the USAFrom Beijing to ZagrebThey’ll all drink coke and smileAll languages will fall to oneA coarse American tongueSoon the day will comeWhere Mother no longer understands SonThe subliminal jack boot marchesExpanding the empire Where many armies have falteredRonald enters unhinderedIn Moscow’s Red SquareThe colonel sells his fareGlobalisationWraps us all in one blanketSmothered by the same idealsCulture is lost In the name of convenienceEvery city is a cloneSoon we must actTo stop monocult
An Old Way of Doing ThingsA man does not breakBoots laced, he marches onHis smile might turn downBut he won't even break stepWhen his blood flows forthHe will wrap it awayHe doesn't stop to clean itThat's not what the bandage is forIt's to soothe the minds of thoseThat might feel the pain he won't showHis smile returnsHis past is tucked away
Nuclear FutureNuclear FutureNews time is here againI recognise that guyThe one with the smile our beloved PMThe man with the grin concealing the lieHe’s on our screens to show us the wayHe’s being honest this timeOr so he does sayNow that he’s dealt with terror and crimeNow saving the Environment is his new crusadeAt this news I perk up and wonderCan he be serious in this plan he does forgeThe man who made the Iraq blunderIs the decision made without a nudge from George?Alas my hopes for change soon dieHis plan to go nuclear is more than just wrongAgain he stands their, Again he liesHe says nuclear technology had real
Worshiping a new GodWorshiping a new GodCast away your texts and scripturesBurn the churches and the mosquesThe Stock Market is your guide nowThe corporations your saviourLook up; Look up to the scrapers of the skyMarvel at these bastions of commerceThese Idols of the capitalist dwarf the little guyThe modern priest’s who dwell within play with the fates of menTeach the children to worship their possessionsThe more they have the betterRemove the sense of guilt they feelRemind them of this mantraAs long as I feel ok the world can go to hellNeed you not the care of anotherNor the shelter of a treeYou can pollute your seas and rivers nowF
All 'isms'אצל וויליאם, אצל שייקספיר במקטרתמצאו שרידיםזרעים של גראסעד פה הדמיוןאך שאלתו פתוחהועוד השאלה חופרתהאם לתת
Luna RojaAnoche tuve un sueño…Soñé con un mundo maravilloso,un mundo donde los malvados desaparecieronun mundo donde solo los honestos prevalecieronEn ese mundo que soñétodos éramos perfectamente iguales,viejos y jóvenes, blancos y negros, mujeres y hombres,al fin todos como una gran familiaEn mi sueño que tuve anochelas armas fueron destruidas,los ejércitos de todas partes disueltosy cualquier otra fuerza de orden.Soñando este mundo veíaa todos con una misma riquezasubsistiendo del esfuerzo fraternaly de todos un dadivoso actuarEn mi sueño alucinantelos jueces y abogados, políticos y administradoresinútiles en esta gran nación sin líderdonde todos los Estados habían desaparecidoSoñaba este mundo utópico,nadie recibía más que otro,el gozo y la dicha era universal ,y aún las penurias de uno correspondían a t
1. Introduction"This is Maria Brown," the teacher said, "She came here all the way from Nebraska." That's not an introduction. That's my name and home state. It doesn't tell these people anything about me. They don't know I'm a cat person. They don't know I love Lolita fashion but don't have the guts to wear it. They don't know I hate sports. They don't know I'm an artist. They don't know I was a problem child at my old school. They don't know I've had my heart broken twice. They don't know I'm seeing a psychologist. They know nothing."Would you like to tell the class anything about yourself, Maria?"" no.""Then you may take your seat."I'll b
WomanWeak like the rest of themOnly a girlMarry her offAin't she adorable?Now go upstairs and let the grown-ups talkWe can be strong, stronger than youOh, really?Maybe I'd rather not let you decideAdorable is curse when you say it like thatNO!