Cultura Brasileira: no ar desde 1998

 

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Ballad of the Globalized

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I wish You to know

The Evil You do

Tormenting us all

I wish You to know

Don’t bother denying

I forbid You from lying

I know!

 

You’ve made us all slaves!

I used to have one job;

Good job, good salary

Nice house

Movies once a week

Theater once a month

Good clothing, good food

Good health, Great Spirit!

 

Nowadays, I work two more jobs: three jobs

And I earn not half the salary I use to have with one

How come?

Morning I teach

From noon do I drive

Evenings I clerk

Nothing suffice!

Bank takes half, government taxes takes half

What’s left for me:

Never enough!

I work, You take

I need, You lend

Now I am broke

As all of us are

 

Who is to blame?

Us? Or You?

 

My VCR broke,

No money to fix.

My kid wants a toy,

No money to buy.

My Mom wants a pie

No way to deny

Now how can I buy?

 

I wish You to know

The Evil You do

Tormenting us all

I wish You to know

Don’t bother denying

I forbid You from lying

I know!

 

My Mom needs medicine

No money to buy.

Public health?

A mess!

Health care plan?

Who can afford?

 

I see a car park

(I used to have one of those)

Beggars crowd around

Beggars everywhere

(Have You no honor?)

 

The police rushes

“No crowding!”

“No begging!”

“No protesting!”

Pepper Spray, Rubber Bullets, Tear Gas…

“Mom!” Cries the Captain

“What are You doing here?”

 

“Your salary, my son,

Can’t buy food

Can’t buy medicine

Can’t keep decent clothing

You pepper spray those

Who fight for You…”

 

Three jobs.

I work my guts out

No more house

No more movies

No more theater

Poor clothing, poor food, poor health

And sadness, and ANGER

Good Spirit? Long gone…

What did I do wrong?

 

The more that I work

The less that I earn

What’s happened to us?

 

Not too long ago

(Seems like yesterday, I remember so well…)

I could go to the market

And come back safely with groceries

Now it’s even dangerous!

Grocery? Not even a third I used to bring

Last week a drug addict took my wallet

Drug addicts everywhere…

(Have You no honor?)

Unemployed, Humiliated, Dehumanized…

Reduced to that

By You!

 

I wish You to know

The Evil You do

Tormenting us all

I wish You to know

Don’t bother denying

I forbid You from lying

I know!

 

You swim in rivers of gold

We drown in our own blood

Your gold?

Stolen!

From us!

We work, You take

We need food, clothing, shelter, education, medicine

You give us Propaganda

“All is fine and dandy…”

“Zero Unemployment in the best moment of our history!”

 

But… I look around, what is that thing I see?

They used to be human beings – I seem to remember

Prostitutes

Vagrants

Beggars

Drug addicts

Petty thieves

Brothers killing each other

For bread

You made us cannibals,

 

We work, You take

We need, You deny

You offend us giving back

Some of our goods You’ve taken

as alms…

 

Ye Vultures!

Ye Serpents!

Ye Generation of Vipers!

Your days are numbered!

 

We wish You to know

The Evil You do

Tormenting us all

We wish You to know

Don’t bother denying

Its useless lying

WE WARN YOU:

WE KNOW! 

 

 

Where is this place? I want to move there!

 

 

Now this is embarrassing...

 

 

 

 
*** How about a litle truth for a change? How about we "take arms against this see of trouble"? How about we wake up, for a change?
 

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