Monlaves (Of Money And Slaves) Poem by Marcondes Pereira

We run away from inner prosperity
We run towards the invisible divinity.
We work, We work, We work but we never deserve...
...We work, we work, but we never deserve your love.

We bear up capitalism and its modern slavery...
And you escape from our hands and from our lives.
We're court jesters waiting for your treachery
And you destroy warm hopes with your cold knives.


You rule society.
We're your slaves, lovers and believers.
You break apart winners and losers... Filthy reality!
Tale of human being... Tale of deceivers!