Theres A Bump By My Va

This lectio of the Modern Supreme Poet .....


was not you who speak of freedom as we talk about a wild night in the brothels.
was not you who drag the nation into the dark, but you have fun doing the luminaries.
was not you who are men, perhaps because of the wrist surrounded by idiots.
not you waving the flag as in the curve and that is enough to make you feel patriotic.
not you do your parliament of idolaters ready for anything to get a hearing.
was not you who bought votes with propaganda but it never paid the consequence.
was not you that Squeeze the rosary polls hoping you refreshed.
was not you that going to solve the plight of the unemployed in the living rooms to make the story tellers.
was not you. It was not you.
was not you. It was not you.

was not you, men in uniform who killed Executioner of beating detainees.
not you with the boots on the faces of unarmed as he kicked bags of waste.
was not you who sent your sons to the front like a carcass of a hyena that depleted.
not you roll up the flags on the coffins to sleep every sense of guilt.
not you cursed forcaioli unprepared, always looking for an enemy to fight.
was not you who burned as witches immigrants except to worship in the cave.
not you with the bust of the leader on the desks and the constitution under his feet.
was not you who deserve to be eradicated as a weed out of your seats.
was not you. It was not you.
was not you. It was not you.

was not you who toast the blood of those who try to shed light on the obscure your lives.
was not you who would like to give a voice to everyday party silent as graves.
you do not you read about a pair of underpants as far as the genitals.
was not you who criticizes you that you treat me like a stray that cut the vocal cords.
was not you, servants, who have hired costumes by kings with undeserved money,
you are brothers of a lodge which sits on the value of the privileged
like you that call them heroes and mafia that corrupt the pious calls
and each of you involved in any sort of fixing the offense magistrate and then I swear to God I did not
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Spakkaus