It was a moment when money falls on my shoulders
mink fur coat. I feel around me the wrath of
gaze.
Wrath of my touch
the spirit of innocent animals
on my shoulders.
Somewhere far away from Greenpeace
makes shock farms:.
Fox work with makeup shaded
eyes compete for the night
with the darkness.
In this world fights
Standard of living, played on the oil-stained
cards on the table against the clock.
There, where the oil runs on troubled waters
polluting beaches, killed
life at the expense of money.
Human Fates touching each other.
Time tattoos avarice of others
shoulders, others to donate
the good Samaritan of the soul.
Greed, it strikes the harsh claws
child labor in the neck.
They underprivileged sew
us cheap clothes,
soft toys Creator lellikeille.
But history has stained
themselves innocent blood.
Just as pirates sailing
still today
somewhere far away at sea.
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