I am the poet that pulls
the stone of his words, that
spitting his Word
to pigs ties.
I can write the verses
redder tonight
Libyan fires are burning,
fists against the puppet upright.
Cries out loud, do not vote,
take to the streets, the balconies. A
vultures, falcons,
we are up to the hilt,
us show that we do not want.
insipid puppets
miserable
reconquer the streets,
reptiles, asylum!
My ink and my blood is red, so
saddens me take this democracy.
"Socialism or barbarism." Choose.
change,
sharks, the aquarium, and people
return banks,
because enough is enough dammit!
always the same story, hear my harangues
accusatory
looking
go against the mob and the slag,
bank licks cocks.
and argumentative voice!
And the truth is always revolutionary,
which is the test of history,
where man stands
when most can not stand, stand
when the masses
and say:
build the world that our souls crave.
I declare amateur of poetry committed against great poets like Neruda, Benedetti, Miguel Hernandez and many more. Video produced by the communist poet (but not political poems just incredible or more policies) Aitor Cuervo. Paco Music Ibáñez y Rafael Alberti letter. A real luxury, go! Health & Republic.
Poets reciting on the street: http://saturada.blogspot.com/2011/03/poesia-protesta-en-la-calle.html ? utm_source = twitter twitterfeed & utm_medium =
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