LAST CYCLE © 2008
They dissect everyone as if they were cold corpses,
Searching in silence, fearing emptiness.
They are the Lords, trapped in the old vision,
A fossilised inheritance from their ancestors, without renewal.
But the world spins, changes, calls for transformation,
There is no longer room for stagnation.
New leaders are needed, with clear minds,
To guide humanity to new fields.
The world cannot remain in the hands of vice,
Cornered by the mafia, who make fear their trade.
It is time to break free, to lift the gaze,
To a new horizon, where we can build.
A new mentality, with rules of equality,
Where humanity flourishes in full freedom.
No more tears for affection, no scraps to eat,
A dignified world where all may live.