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"SENTINELS" LP - THEME C


WAR ON EARTH, PEACE IN MIND

- Then you'll die at the lower end of the scale.
cause this is how the world works."

- Your world's always needed
monsters to hate, windmills to defy,
oppressed to liberate, slaves to evangelize,
to flatter the soul of those who think they have one.

It's about the oldest empire reign
in its most archaic form
which besieges us and tightens
the noose around our neck
off its modern version.
All your foreign drama-like concerns
end up in blood bathed tragedy-maker operations.

- We are no less than Peace bearers
Had we better remained silent before such horrors ?

And when the tide turns and wets the « white man »,
with the same european colonial process,
crime against humanity is decreed and
the killers put at the U.N stake.

No doubt you'll preserve your position,
as long as your god will grant you “the nations, 
for your inheritance and the ends of the earth for your possession”

No doubt you'll sustain it,
holding the chair in Hell,
the same one we're living,
as long as « the old inquisition »
will keep on “judging and condemning
anyone rising up against its will”.

Since in the democratic « Gloïre » only bob
the casualties' blood that indifferently blotch
the Triangle's ground, the Tampa's deck,
the Gaza's barbedwires, the Argentina's motorways,
Catalogna's & Middle-East's borders, the Sacré-coeur's steps,
and among a shitloads of others, La moneda.

SO LONG AS THE SUN SHINES, THE GRASS GROWS & THE RIVERS FLOW

- Don't you see there's no alternative?!

- These are just isolated facts of their slavery
and the « Aborindian » mass killing :
The human life's worth and valuation's
hung to the S-shaped hook of the capitalist holocaust.
When a green grass is squared off from one's life,
who's suckled to self hatred, a child of a cultural genocide,
whipped, disgraced for any twinge of uprise,
one is left to the sole perspectives of your charcoal skies.

Once the mess is done, you can prey on the weak,
grant better « water with berries in it »
and a « book to kiss ».
The defeated will fall in love with the defeater,
they will always look out for its welfare,
as gratefulness for « the luck » to get more than the other :
eating better, dressing better, living better...
And they’ll love their new god more than they've ever loved themselves before.

And now we all got the lesson taught, everyone wants its share of the spoils :
. Tell me who presides over the country where black folks are hunted down?
. Remember the burning bum turned to be a torch for women's freedom.
 
But sometimes the tide turns and god whispers to slaves to kill the « white man »;
the astilleros and « cuartel de la Montana »'s armament is hijacked and holds
the power at gunpoint, by brothers and sisters...