The prize of peace (Montevideo, May 2nd, 2011)

They´ll kill the criminals
and they´ll revive them in time
to justify
another invasion
another attack
on innocence
and guilt
with no telling apart

They´ll demonize
the evil man
the cause of all our ills
and unite Orwell´s sheep
against a common enemy

they´ll start a war
and get the prize of peace

We´ll fund the torturers
the dictators of the world
we´ll persecute the writers
and the thinkers
and the music men
but as long
as you give us your oil
and bow to us
and buy our multicolored
crystal beads
you´ll be alright

We´ll script
a massacre
of our own kin
if it needs be

and no one can escape

This mirage justice
like a roadkill
across the desert
a mere distraction
while lesser races
fall dead like ants
under the weight of the empires

and children blow up in the air
under the bombs
in some forgotten town somewhere
where there are no cameras