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"it must come from the poor, a rebellion of the spirit that re-affirmes
their intrinsic human worth, based upon who they are rather than what
they possess"
(Mumia Abu-Jamal)
the modern men is measured only by his possessions, someone is only worth the things he owns, values and character doesn't count anymore. nobody cares if there is something odd about it. often, these "honourable" persons stop at nothing: they exploit their workers, they deceive the laws but still pretend to have a clean record.
maybe we shouldn't overrate our scale of values.
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let lhe shades fall down
you live your life and bask in your fame, but people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. take a look behind the facade, see what is hidden in the dark, set the balls rolling and put your cards on the table. your paltry generosity was only a means to an end, the veil to cover your evil face. your kindness is just a pretence for your machination, you have blotted your copy-book, you're ruthless. let the shades fall down to end the tyranny, to create an abundance if birdlife without greed and pain.
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museum
walking through the gallery full of remembrances of a time, so clean and serene. the pictures moving by as fast as my hearts beats the rhythm of our song, i still can hear it, this sweet melody, coming closer, reminds me of the moments we shared together. the colours fade away and out comes your face as beautiful as it ever has been, calling out my name, driving me crazy, i fall to the ground, unable to move, trying to scream but only bring myself to say your name, say your name...
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