Wednesday, 28 April 2010

A Greek’s unpretentious ode to Capitalism













I have no money.

I never did.

You just assumed them.

And I agreed.



I am not ancient.

I am a child.

You know my history

and it is wild



I never lied

I played along

My hands are tied

Where I belong



You can accuse me

Of having fun

But please excuse me

It’s from the sun



And for my sunny

disposition

I have to suffer

malnutrition?



I beg of you

Don’t let me grow

Cause when I do

I will then know



I am a slave

On summer leave

And to my chain

I will believe



Your subtle violence

I will then feel

And hope to die

Before I kill.


D. D.

2 comments:

Giorgos aka FunkyF said...

τώρα αυτό πώς το μελοποιούν, ως τραγικό μινόρε ή ρέγγε ματζόρε?

danae said...

folk metal!