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They sowed chaos to claim their peace.
A few wars to realize their dreams.
They sell chains wrapped in freedom’s guise,
Spitting laws applied only to the weak.

They paint bombs in the colors of morality,
Parade mirages with a legal varnish.
The Empire speaks in slogans, numbers, rules,
While the poor fade in silent conformity.

They rise as prophets of a well-oiled order,
But their thrones rest on coagulated blood.
Corpses line the corridors of progress,
And their victories buy barrels of interest.

They caress horror with gloved hands of gold,
Selling hope in syringes of effort.
Their speeches stink of ash and chlorine,
While people die over a passport.

They flip tongues like coats,
Training crowds to kneel for their scraps.
They baptize as “peace” what they massacre in justice’s name,
Mask oppression with a robust varnish.

They wrote History digging graves,
Engraving virtue on missiles on watch.
Their humanism, a contract of exploitation,
Their god, a rent, their faith, submission.

They colonize dreams from primary school,
Deprogram souls with vocabulary blows.
Lies become science, ethics an option,
Virtue monetized, shame prescribed.

They train peoples like beasts,
Plant fear at the roots of minds.
They promise order by baton and drone,
Preaching virtue between throne’s strikes.

They make misery a lucrative market,
Turn yesterday’s ruins into leverage.
Celebrate exodus as a gift,
While shutting borders with alarms.

They dress abuse in polished terms,
Subsidize exile, legislate forgetting.
They govern by bluff, impose by contract,
Turning life into numbers and debates.

They bought the air, the water, horizons,
Sold human souls by weight of confetti.
Dignity rented, belly capital,
And shame becomes a common good.

They dissolve thought in distraction,
Replace revolt with outrage.
Simulate choice in rigged urns,
Crowning illusion with masked rights.

They patent stolen genes,
Monetize seeds, crucify forests.
They talk future with full mines,
While gutting the earth with chains.

They call progress what we weep on knees,
Dress murder in blurred speeches.
They install nothingness on solid bases,
Where law bends to liquid interests.

They offshore shame, import docility,
Program humans with profiles.
They dress abuse in expert suits,
And plaster morals on austere reports.

They want blurred masses, without anger or fire,
A well-trained herd, no why, no farewell.
They chase utopia with statistics,
And dress fear in political lexicons.
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