Uploaded on June 14, 2012 by T. Angel Powered by YouTube
Pinheirinho. Crackland. Belo Monte. Indians. Homosexuals. Transsexuals. Women. Migrants. Poor people. Black people.
All the oppressed minorities.
All minorities that are, in the end, the majority.
Society ruled by covert (shameless?) fascism.
(Masked?) legislators who drink from nazism and burp napalm on our faces.
They sustain their genocidal speeches in the name of the family.
What about all the families destroyed by them? Where will they be?
What about all the miseries built by them? Will those still exist?
"In the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit, I take from you the right to live."
Who is this God which judges me and wants to see me suffer?
That is not the peace I was taught.
That is not the peace I will follow.
The secularism of State I am yet to see.
Up to now, the moralist speech becomes ever more fascist.
Oppressors. Conservators. Hypocrites.
Our eyes are wide open for you.
São Paulo, sacred land of the drizzle.
Today, it feels the sour taste of gray cement in its throat,
From the ties of those who dominate us.
Violence is already integrated in the landscape, as well as the beggar child.
We want life.
Colors, love and harmony.
This red muscle still pulses in our chest,
And doesn't make us fear wanting
The best for me and for those who are good.
Beloved, idolized homeland.
Salute, salute. Friend.
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