Critical Situation

Critical situation, clutter everywhere

Well it seems that the world

Is of the wealthy potentates

Blind without poles, sick of ambitions

Pied piper of hamelin that no one wants to follow

Who has sown fear

Has an awful name

Called power, and greedy surname

But we must not allow them

Steal the most valuable thing: Freedom

They have the power

Have the skillet by the handle

And his friends in pen and ink

Phonies by profession, wizards of speculation

Don’t be afraid, because fear paralyzes

Now it’s time to walk and not look back

Do our best, take a step forward

To leave our children a planet

Where they can live

An inheritance without mortgage

The freedom that you worked hard to achieve

“Lying is like one of those viruses

That poison the environment

The society and the air becomes pernicious

Hard to breathe, hard to breathe”