Social Waste

Words have to be hammered like nails.
Not to be taken by the wind
And when the time comes for you to choose a side
One of them to pull you and to push you back
Words have to carve like knives
Not to be castles in the sand, games of the wind
The aim is the mind, not the legs
In the Platea battles of this unequal war

The pen I am writing with is strange
and the more I think about it, them ore it looks like me
It is scarce of words, doesn’t speak a lot
But when it gets mad it cannot be controlled
It tells me “Motherfucker stop the bullshit
Find the courage and speak straight”
-And if they don’t listen? –I don’t care!
Start the engine and speed up
We are being controlled and bullied by
Some motherfuckers who happened to have money
They own ships, newspapers and media channels
And that pliers gets tighter and tighter on my neck
And now listen how they play this game
You probably already know the rules
With their tv channels an radio stations
They direct what we call “public opinion”
They say that what you thought for nuts
It has been ruled that they are actually acorns
And if you want to hold strong  in this war
You have to hit them with the words for your weapon

Words have to be hammered like nails.
Not to be taken by the wind
And when the time comes for you to choose a side
One of them to pull you and to push you back
Words have to carve like knives
Not to be castles in the sand, games of the wind
The aim is the mind, not the legs
In the Platea battles of this unequal war

Those motherfuckers have in their yard
Parties and politicians working for them
With speeches and lights they polish their face
They also know about the skeletons in the closet
And they are holding them from their balls
So when they are elected they’ll make them all their favors
Sometimes they are in the same families
Then you have to see how they act
And you believe that this terrorism
Is something called democracy
You also go with pride and cat your vote
And that’s where all your participation ends
Even the planet of apes laughs with you
For  fulfilling your democratic duty
And then everything is fine, well done fool
Four years in the cheers of this asshole
And then the big fest begins again
Social Cuts and joy of the employer
So don’t looking for hope over there
The word and the spring if you don’t find them you make them

Words have to be hammered like nails.
Not to be taken by the wind
And when the time comes for you to choose a side
One of them to pull you and to push you back
Words have to carve like knives
Not to be castles in the sand, games of the wind
The aim is the mind, not the legs
In the Platea battles of this unequal war