Give me another day continued from previous page 

How can I praise superciliousness?
How can I be bias?
Even to extend
A hand of a friend
To the killers of their own people?
I am a man of Peace, a real Peace
The falcons of the Pentagon
Are the ones
Who don't believe in Peace,
But in Genocide
The falcons of the Pentagon
Are the ones
Who don't believe in Democracy,
But in Democide
This slogan is still living in their minds:
"The best Red Indian is the Indian who died"
Terrorists are liberators
Liberators are terrorists
Their nations are dust,
Their Holy monuments are ashes.
 
I know well,
How the "Old Great Empire"
Robbed the wealth
Of the centuried cities
And set them on fire
I know well,
The just causes blinded to negation
Where the Palestinians had to quit their land
For another nation
On the other hand
It was my people's honesty
That Gave refuge and security
To thousands who wanted to live with dignity
And were chased away from their quarters
By rulers taking orders,
Hour by hour,
From the "New Only Super Power".
 
Now I'm accused
With a shameful crime
Being a traitor
To the interests of my country!
 
In the misty dawn
Of the new century
Streets are lying under rime
At the corner,
A homeless wanderer
Is covered with grime
Through his window,
A sleepless politician
Is overlooking, ready to mime
In the park,
A speechless clown
Is waving with a branch of lime
Absolute stillness,
Only the sounds of the city clocks
Are counting the running time.
How can I
Satisfy
The craving mania
Of a multinational joint company
Of universal usury and monopoly
When I
Hum a truthful rhyme
Or blow a trumpet to salute
The newborn morning
With melody clear and acute
When I
Organize
A huge demonstration
Not blessed by this administration

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