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Santa Muerte, Godmother of Elderlies
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Elderlies
Godmother of Elderlies, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all elderlies that they become God's bringers of peace
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all elderlies who suffer weakness & disease
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our elderlies who love goodness & justice
Our elderlies who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/14/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
Peace, peace, and sincere peace
We all wish, dream and confuse about peace
Are we really serious, thirsty and hungry for peace
Even though the gunships and cannons are set and ready
To go, to attack the weak and the imagined enemies?
Do we truly want a world of brotherly harmonies?
Yet, superpowers invest their time, ingenuity, and moneys
In smart drones, powerful guns and well-trained armies
Are we sure that we want lasting peace?
This world is made of corrupt goons, polygamists, liars and bullies
Warmongers are hypocritical, strange, sneaky and devious
This agitprop about peace is delusional headlines or breaking news
To startle or to dimwit elderlies, idealists, and crying babies
Politicians are godawful sensationalists on steroid
Where muzzled reporters and anchors are ridiculed and toyed
By elected pogromists in search of free publicities
Yet, yes we yearn for peace and tranquility in the burgs and cities
Peace is about coming with clean and caring hands
To share the streams, the land, the sand and the highlands.
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa!
O how many days does it take
O many years has it been
Whoa..., wait!
O, I don't wanna be late
Ran to the gate,
Uh knock; knock at your door
Moors gathering O...
Lights out, the darkness in
Ceilings caving in and walls closing in
Whoa, big brothers are coming!
Elderlies, O freebees
Hives' with no queen...
Yes, whoa..., nooo!
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa!
Oh, wow...
It's rainy, it's rainy
O Clouds so many
Mists, whoa...
Got my umbrella on,
Switching to fifth gear
O wipe your tears,
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa!
Eyes looking, now that's a show
Turning earth into a circus,
O, nooo!
Whoa...Whoa...Whoa!
O, Went to the fields
For the mill
Spinning, spinning...
Whoa, Winds blowing,
now they all coming
O....no, no
Who will shirk me of this load
The garment so heavy I'm weak
Heaven in cry, world in bleak
Like wet rag, cloth I wear
The sorrow, the pains I bear
Heavy it is to carry, these tears
In fear I saw them cold
Cold, cold, in tons and folds
Glum the faces of elderlies
In cold, in tears, it's over
Subdued is me, Manchester
But strong these kids hola
To terror face they sang
In smiles, in cries, in smiles
Above cowardly acts we are
Thank you kids, thank you, Ariana
We should place the elderly in prison because,
They will get a shower every day,
Video surveillance in case of problems,
Three meals a day, access to a library,
Computer, television, gym, doctors on-site,
And free medication if needed.
Put criminals in home cares,
And they'll get,
Cold meals, lights out at seven p.m.,
Two showers a week, live in a smaller room,
And pay rent at two thousands dollar a month or more!!!!
It's pretty sad that we treat prisoners better then the elderly.
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