Critical Situation

Critical situation, clutter everywhere
Well it seems that the world
Is of the wealthy potentates
Blind without poles, sick of ambitions
Pied piper of Hamelin that no one wants to follow
Who has sown fear
Has an awful name
Called power, and greedy surname
But we must not allow them
Steal the most valuable thing: freedom
They have the power
Have the skillet by the handle
And his friends in pen and ink
Phonies by profession, wizards of speculation
Don’t be afraid, because fear paralyzes
Now it’s time to walk and not look back
Do our best, take a step forward
To leave our children a planet
Where they can live
An inheritance without mortgage
The freedom that you worked hard to achieve
“Lying is like one of those viruses
That poison the environment
The society and the air becomes pernicious
Hard to breathe, hard to breathe