This World

The world subjects us to terror, the world transforms our existence ... It erases our ability to love: the flowers, the people, the poetry ... It makes us love consumption. The world mixes everything ... Emotions, feelings, love, fear, happiness, joy ... everything is like if it were merchandise. So we think normal all...! Stratification rules us we are ordered: kings, queens, vassals, employees, bosses ... The orientation of the world, put us in disarray ... The compass of the world, disorient, the maps are incomplete, everything is prepared for chaos! Policy mixes with poetry ... economy with art ... Complete madness. The world preaches us nouns, adjectives, nicknames, prices ... They label us: white, black, yellow, browns ... They tell us: bad, good, normal. Tell us what we should be or say ... They make us bran, dust, desert sand ... We are everything for commerce, nothing for humanity ... We are everything for war, banner, flag, password, number... Living like that, revolt ... Anger is our weapon against the domain ... Anger is a vortex of poetry ... Poetry can still save this world... !