Matza di Lourde

 

Reign of hypocrisy

(antidote to reality)

 

do not waver our patience 

and leave it alone in rest, 

as if in a spice bowl it could reach 

the point of non-collapse, 

because this thing 

of inventing new forms 

of democracy, simulation, 

is an old thing 

that smells of mold; 

and the masters of the world 

enslave children 

and the gray-haired, 

they put them gagged 

in the asylums, 

like a plague that 

only matters on election day; 

the crooks and banks, 

bankers, managers, 

diplomats and distinguished 

businessmen 

- because they wear ties 

and are exempt and 

in the big robberies 

in legal business 

that go beyond our knowledge, 

an opacity 

that provokes and hurts us, 

political and economic interests 

along with injustices 

and disparities that slowly kill us, 

and we who have trained for years 

and years in pacifism 

and couch intervention.

Meek, who live between 

soccer and whores, 

between dealings 

and inhumane foundations;

Charity continues 

to be in the media, 

disguised as of solidarity,

A Pharisees rug 

at the entrance to 

our most liberal room

In this training of self-control, 

in the face of inefficiency, we 

we only review impulses and impulses

to strangle all solemn hypocrisy. 

I have already told you, 

don't touch him, don't bully him,

do not touch it, 

in the age of tansos and pots, 

He has to prove the same as us, 

who have been teaching him 

remedies for decades 

and perlimpimpim dust

And we give red carpets 

and we are ashamed 

because they no longer have it; 

neither sense of state 

nor character. 

Sick democracy eats 

in the dirty pigsty, 

feeds and subsidizes 

its own family, friends 

and others like that, 

protected by the system, 

hope is shattered 

between new and old beliefs, 

wedges, cronyism and swindles

Never has the social man 

been so piggy and proud as today, 

so close to his personal abyss.