Dont Tell Me
Don’t tell me about democracy
When all it defends is exploitation
When it defends subordination by money
For how many peasants succeed in it?
For how many workers lead within it?
Don’t tell me about equality
When lip service is all you give it
When all you do is select an individual
When will all of us be selected?
When will we share in the results of our sweat?
Don’t tell me about human rights
When I live and sleep without food
When I live and sleep in the shackles without proper clothes
What rights do I enjoy on an empty stomach?
What rights can I enjoy in the single room shackle?
Don’t tell me about freedom
When I cannot afford to study to the limits of my brains
When I cannot afford healthcare to cure my pains
Why should you deny me the freedom to know?
Why should you deny me freedom from sickness?
For I am tired of the Mickey Mouse freedom
I am tired of the talk that is human rights
I am tire of paper equality
I am tired of the bourgeoisie democracy!
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