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It is thought that there is a fine line between love and hatred
as for me ... I hate declaring war on you
for this peace we don't have for your enticing words
for catching and soiling the good people in the world, by the baseness of your below the belt blows
in order to better stifle the cries of alarm and distress
to contain the sound of the tears of those who have been silenced, of those who are oppressed
of those who each day learn sad lessons in the press about their reality ...
you won't get me ... I hate declaring war on you
for your lies which eat away at our hope
for your action plans that become thorns
for falsely giving meaning to our wanderings
for constantly widening the gap of our differences in every way
and the dangers of indifference
you won't get me ... I hate declaring war on you
me ... city woman ... free
prompted by the opacity of the transparency which you say has been established ...
in the fibre and flaws of our society ...
it's a joke! or that's it, I am suddenly struck by total blindness ... maybe!
there's a real need here a need to see
to have more righteous men and women at the helm of what is supposed to be our country ...
but for how long still will we have to make sacrifices
before these squeaky clean people show their faces and celebrate the arrival of peace
of milk and honey ... when will there be order in this mess!
It is thought that there is a fine line between love and hatred
I have the honour of declaring to you ... the horror of my home truths:
1 -- for all these mouths who have not touched a single spoonful since yesterday, the day before yesterday, now, for a long time
2 -- for all these idle hands who struggle to write out the letters of their own names
3 -- for all ill-gotten goods of those who did not want to sweat but who knew only how to kill, thanks to your friend called "insecurity"
4 -- for peace that you don't deserve, and for calm which should desert you, for all that ...
I hate declaring war on you
but don't worry even if they think there is a fine line between love and hatred
I cannot hate you because I was never, in fact, able to say to you "I love you"
that being the case ... be careful
there is an end to the patience of this hungry people
of these souls you take great pleasure in torturing ...
know this, my dear little kings and queens, that after three, all your problems will begin
in the name of 1, 2 and 3 ... citizens rise up, awake!!!