The media never reveals the truth;
Lucifer scripting the news…
The preacher calls out from a shallow grave,
Hidden under the dust of pathological lies,
Whilst losing his soul to a makeshift cross…
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Corrupt and polluted politicians slander and villainise,
Yet glide across the sky, devouring caviar and drinking red wine…
Weary and withered labourers work for a dime,
Growing fragile and weak,
And the children of this world starve to death,
And no one seems to care…
The world to us does not belong,
And fame and fortune are but fleeting ghosts. When the soul journeys off,
Faint memoirs of our lives remain in the minds of those who once cared.
And the body – the body returns to dust.
By Luigi Spano
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