Eating the flesh of another and others,
To have two percent per year muscle boomer,
For the past one hundred glorious years,
Only less than dozen wars were invented to reach the pier.
Someone’s soil is always planted with mines.
Someone’s children appendages are trimmed,
Someone’s sovereign is held between the pruners,
Of the gardeners who gather around the bon fire.
You are too transparent, America, you are not stagnant,
As the old civilizations caught between the thighs of human,
You are a loving parent and taking care of your happy go lucky children,
Your economists live through the numbers to chase away the destiny.
The capital, the labor and the productivity are the important factors,
To metamorphoses the eaglets into the observing vultures,
Wealth and savings are the secondary non essential sectors,
Where the individuals keep the future of the nation,
in the safe useless lockers and their nations remain poor.