Be Honest Poem by Ari Alsio

To be honest
it was not a poem yesterday
nor was a celebration
there was no poem
it was the truth about me.

Maps climbs today
it will help the situation in Syria
just as any other
war there drinking our blood
and we only have quietly

Great is the gap in living standards
based on the standard of living in shredders
blessed swords, disbelief and racism
the kind of life in the depths of our souls
the fate of which is my self-feeding.

The world is also good
why do not we see it?
We have a logistical problem
want enemies at the expense of friends
rebellion would be ready, begin.

Those brave men radicalized
fraud which we look at the display screens
I guess it has a higher purpose
as well as to update our program
bread, the soil, water, and we are one.