I went to a rock concert
and I saw everybody with lots of money and lots of belongings.
No pimps, no homeless beggars, no blue eyed whores,
no free singing prisoners.
Shit! I must have realized the civilization wrong…
I must have found truth in doubtful things…
The deprived art, the classified music,
from when the strings have been knowing the richness in mortality?
It almost rains here everyday,
and I wish I could live by the side of an ocean…
But you see I can only put pens into action…I don’t have the courage to shoot,
I don’t have the strength to put knives on soft and cared skins…
My waters of capitalism flows and I can only throw stones in abundance to see if I am alive.

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Photograph: Naomi Klien.

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