Revolución

Medical school graduate,
One smart motherf*****,
Destiny has led him,
To live among cardboard,

Just a stray dog,
Is his friend and companion,
At the church door,
They make some money.

They are trying to make a living,
Among the dumpsters,
The system rejects them,
They are just two losers.

With a ten-day beard,
Eating scraps,
Being drunk always helps,
To not die of cold.

They are part of the landscape,
Living under bridges,
Half a life piled up,
In carts from the continent.

Each one has their story,
But all the same end,
Dying in the damn street,
Marginalized and homeless.

Revolution in the fourth world,
Revolution of the vagabonds,
Revolution of those who have nothing,
Revolution someone will have to pay.

Selling tissues and lighters,
Enduring a thousand insults,
Everyone looks at him with disgust,
He looks like a beggar.

If someone gives him alms,
They interrogate him more than a prisoner,
Don't spend it on drugs,
I don't work for that.

They serve to make us feel sorry,
And feel superior,
We treat them like s***,
And think we are better.

Someone pees on his face,
His dog barks in pain,
He can't say anything,
They are kicking him.

Seven guys against one,
It's the law of cowards,
They beat and murder,
Beggars in doorways.

Thank goodness the police,
Are here to serve and help,
If they see him suffering on the ground,
They can finish him off.

Revolution in the fourth world,
Revolution of the vagabonds,
Revolution of those who have nothing,
Revolution someone will have to pay.

Fed up with miseries,
They have come together and prepare their strategy.

Now, bankers, tremble,
We are going to distribute your money.

There will no longer be children,
Dying on the street,
From hunger and cold.

Let's stand tall,
The time has come,
For the homeless.