The Pursuit of Happiness?

(The lines below don’t include any new information about anything. It’s a reminder of how insane our world is.)

I wake up every morning

Wishing this life is nothing

But a long nightmare

I sleep every night

Hoping we would have

More breathable air

I dream of a world

with no international blood addiction

I dream of a world

With no international war conviction

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I am tired of waiting, hoping

to get used to this inhuman mess

I’m sorry I tried

It doesn’t make any sense…

It took me so long

to realize that I definitely

Don’t belong

That we are daily deteriorating

And aren’t getting along

Why would some spend years

building cities and homes

and then others would come

and ruin it with bombs?

Why would some be different

And have their own believes

If others would come

Jail, hang or stone them

And the lucky ones would leave?

What if there were no

Suicide bombers

What if there was no

Blood on the screen

What if it was green?

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Wonder why there are

no serious peace talks?

When war is money

And arms industry

is number one lobby

And killing movies

Are the new “cool” and “funny”…

What peace are you talking about?

They gotta sell the guns!

They gotta experiment!

They gotta own and control!

They need gold and petrol!

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I’m tired of being born here

Suffocating under the burden

Of this civilization crisis

If your voice ever rises

And yell: this is enough!

Will it make a change?

Did you ever think

About having second thoughts

About the way your life is headed

And who controls it and who planned it?

Do you seriously relate

to this moral insanity?

Did you ever choose

between purity and profanity?

And who defines them both

And who shaped your mentality?

How many humans have

The right

To pursuit happiness?

How many were forced to bend

And give up on their boldness?

Do you know how many people wish

they were never born

how many times they wish

to end their suffering

once for all?

Do you know how is it like to be born

In the wrong country

In the wrong century

And blame the history

And curse the geography

‘cause you found out that

Social justice

Is a political mythology

Those politicians, to win, make promises

They got nothing done, then make apologies…

And ‘cause you realised

that borders became very real

And are no longer imaginary lines

And when one stands up

And shows he inclines

Toward a fair deal

and ask for solutions

to a global system

which promotes cleavage

And divides the world

And causes more of a damage

Then anything would

They tell you: take those aids

And stop nagging

third world countries

just listen and obey

Be happily exploited!

Because in this, you have no say…