George Guimarães

04/09/10

A better world, beings free of exploitation
In my mind, perhaps, mere illusion
What I see in me is different
What seems to see everyone

It can never be that I come to be
But do not bet on doubt want to satisfy
Utopia, romance, impossible to achieve?
Just know that if I engage in this view

Elect to it instead of the current reality
Without giving up the work required to change the truth
Not so much by choice, but caring
For what I see bothers to both reason about the heart

Dams victimized by cautious and unwary
By prophets, hypocrites, purveyors of horror
Ignoring any request for mercy
Any form of pain

All in the name of the human animal, da gula, Oil
The start of billions of pairs of eyes
Greed, do sangue, Beef and secretion
Entertainment and its sciences without reason

Guided or blinded by their self-righteousness
Create mechanisms, enslave, afflict
Put, testify
Win, overlap
Pluck all who live or would live
What they themselves ever would take

Justified on the palate, with "nature", with the robe
Impose newcomers and innocent one reality
Descriam cherish vices and virtues of every color
Transform them in graphics, in numbers, a mere actor

Are all that are to be
Pass to be a quasi
Almost born
Almost dies
That almost lives
(and in many lives)
In full horror

I open my eyes
I leave the sofa
Because they do not expect
Why you do not persevere
Have no way out of this place

It is only through our hands
Yes no responsibility, and calls for action
For a revolution not enough classes
There is a historical debt of the species that created the cages

There is a kind of debt
Inheritance speciesist
There is a debt planetary
Inheritance consumerista
The minds dissidents
The revolution abolitionist

Hearts angry
The massive response
The hands of the brave
The answer, when the hour, arms

A utopia, the utopia of reason
Maybe believing that the entire solution
Will always come through discourse, petition
Policy or the embrace of peace in the heart