I have this dream, every time I look around and see sad faces
a joyful place with cats and dogs and other races
and maybe humans too.
I have this dream when I’m surrounded by a perverted empathy that ends with “ok”
a dream involving me and some of you, on a deserted island, a different space and time, somewhere;
in the universe there is a place without a single war crime.
but we live here, on this land covered by waters
with our laws and religion, no friction with liberty
just an well staged illusion hiding poverty in branded clothes
kids grow in confusion, Santa is not a employee at the Coke company
and you don’t need talent to appear on TV, fake icons and prophets, football gods and Hollywood stars
they’re sold as commodities and never forget, all Arabs are enemies.
we live the grotesque in ignorance and selfishness
never to wake up from this nightmare
a terrible situation of misunderstanding happiness
which jailed our opinions behind barcodes and plastic
don’t ask for forgiveness, nobody will hear the shout
of a sellout.
I have this dream that dies
When someone buys another lie.
Imi place sfarsitul :)
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