Cristina Guedes

Seven o'clock tea

I've always liked names

And not always from the people

who wear them

it would be said that they invest

in a crazy dance

That was all

and then nothing

Not even the nickname honors

to the ancestors who have already been

Shamelessness

in the venom that Orwell

Denounced

and others before him!

Damn bed

Of lack of respect

damn four-poster bed

Damn opium,

Gray men

that you are all clean

For the drops of power

that you enter smooth

and you come out dirtier

that of a barrel of mud.

Gentlemen, the power

It's for older people

but it is not greater in age

it is higher in values.

Be serious

even if seniors.

The world won't implode

If you move here and there

but to what is already written,

Predicted and diagnosed

ye are not thought or found

Your commitment

in maintaining privileges

it will also be your crash

in the interstices corridors

where you will command

nothing!

Corruption is on the way

of retirement

Blasphemy and Lying

Go straight to the trash

without going through recycling

and you go straight

to lascivious  hell

without passing the bonus

Of a lost monopoly

the people will judge the acts

and not the verbiage

And I distill the decrees

but do not think that

it is mere distraction

diarrhoea is marked

of your deposition

For our day yes

when yours is the one

Not so long awaited

and the rope tightens slowly

But calm down, that the people

Barely woke up,

The "mis encene" coming to an end

The angry hornet's nest

and out of the manger

shall come the so-called

that will lead you to the portrait

which you proclaim to be a fact

And that it's just jiga play

Just for show.

The appetizers will run out

State fats

of the lords of the curia,

of diners, of monarchies

and electoral processes

of pseudo-democracy

There will be so little or nothing left

the human people who will dictate

of the course of the nation,

decent will have to be,

Listened to daily

by the mass that holds power

but no more of these schemes

with which you hide the truth and

you mix it with your poles

The circus coming to an end.

And the new generations don't even

they will study your names,

perhaps by way of example,

Than it can't

be repeated more.

Today you are the shame

with power and crane,

tomorrow you will be part

From Alzheimer's on purpose

and collective wear and tear.