Lying comfortably
I was on the grass, with the book,
In a small park, near the library.
Elbows bended, hands on the neck.
A breath reached me,
Later a wind to be grateful to.
The Sun was telling me the news
And the first I thought, laughing at it,
Was making disappear with my powers
Invaders, genocidal, slavers, consenters of famines,
Of expulsion of natives, of refugee camps,
Of bombings of refugee camps, Expoilers in search of richnesses.
Misery, poverty, exploitation!
It dealt of making magic art,
Revolutionary people imposing themselves,
Making Capital lose everything.
Chiefs of state and governors accomplices,
Proclaimers of mean minimum salary laws,
Shall see themselves sunk.
Having been always
Reason on our side,
At last, the people wiser, their genie,
Shall content everyone the same.
We have you in the skies' screen already,
We can see you, we can see your grimaces.
Big shots, great lords!
Servant accomplices politicians!
Pedantry and mediocrity!
Consenters to hell!
There shall not be no one ever
To face the peoples' common soul.
We have seen them already,
Let the skies be freed of the dirty and ugly!
How laughable what they learned so far,
Mirrors to them to watch their dirtiness and ugliness.
They wanted to impose a perpetual capitalism.
Blots in the sky which impeded a limpid view.
From a point chosen with one eye
Draw a line or a shape to the other eye point chosen
Displace it, with your impetus,
And send up a poignant wound
Into the hearts of the enemies for them to feel it mortal,
With your power to suppress them.
.
May be with a screen in the sky
Invented by ourselves by a spell,
We shall see what our deeds shall be
and be witnesses of their anguish before dying.
As I had my eyes closed
To cover from the Sun
I did realise at once
Someone had come nearer and took me off the Sun.
My Comrades, Brothers and Sisters!
In my house I was announced they would be.
A big firing waiting later
To dissipate Capital’s dreams.
Brothers and Sisters,
It is time for the final assault,
Puzzling enemies in parliaments,
Revolution spreading.
Let us develop our powers,
Sending up a fulminating ray,
With our simple desire we can get it,
It has been your rotten soul that gives you away.
Let us make a drawing in the sky
And let us give it body and shape
And let us keep the sky only good.
Let it be sublime, a bliss for good people.
Madrid, 30 September 2018
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