2021.10.18.
It's Not Fiction
I want to be aware of1 how times keep on changing,How my parents keep on working,
To later understand2 how others prey on this,
How we feed the porkers, while we walk barefoot.
We bend our necks so that only some can eat:
That’s the trade we all still inherit.
It’s not fiction, these things I’m telling you.
Barely born, I was already put under control,
And you persist the battle has finished.
And we think that not yet...
More and more manipulated since childhood
with shitty laws, we have our hands tied.
No use to even mention the lies you tell us