sexta-feira, 23 de abril de 1999


This foolish me

Tries to understand,

Why diplomacy

Is so good and bad…

Good for money

Bad for men.

This foolish me,

As my soul cries,

Sees this world free,

Not of war and fights,

Free of preserving life…

Cause this diplomacy

Preserves liders

Who have lives.

(To protect)

This foolish me

Wonders why:

Tanks aim and don’t see

They could hit the guy

Who makes this world free?

Instead they despise

A million precious lives.

Is this diplomacy?

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