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Let's dot the I's
With endless rhymes
To denounce the infamies
Of this rotten world
In the midst of a dystopia
Let's compose a symphony
In search of harmony
Let's pile up the verses in series
Arguing a whole story
The time of a poem
This world is a parody
On the verge of comedy
There is only the economy
To the detriment of lives
Always looking for an enemy
Constantly preferring noise
Even if it means bordering on insomnia
Days turning into nights
Still today, colonies
Artillery fire
Without having a real strategy
Except to create carpets
Of bombs in the darkening air
Some are running for mayor
While some are surviving
Even within this democracy
More and more worries
We continue to defy the forbidden
Because we haven't understood anything
We expand the areas
Of the cities we build
Leaving the prairies deaf
We elect marquises
A regime of the submissive
No need for theology
The death of philosophy
Remaining deaf to the cries
Of an ecosystem in agony
Everyone has their own opinion
Without ever listening to what we say
There are no more ways out
Often false friends
Just the time that will have served them
Italy's fascism
Russia's war
Famine in Somalia
Extremism and hypocrisy
The people taken to task
It's the end of diplomacy
As long as no one is united
We will sink into heresy
Waiting for the end of empathy
Blind to ecology
True idiots
Plunged into denial
We forget that we are so small
That Existence is not a theory
But some pay the price