Basura

You who say
love and peace
behind a curtain of words and names
you never did anything for what you think
you talk and talk until your ears hurt

Can you imagine flying in the stars
you smoke, smoke
because you no longer think
a bad copy of a hippie governed
you do what the cigarettes tell you

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Trash, your words are trash
you lie and lie and trash REPEAT

your presence has me disturbed
and you blow it away with phrases from the past
you who talk about defending the forest
burn grass from the mountain

You who talk about our traditions
do nothing to improve folklore
you love to seem strange
your simplicity reminds me of work

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