THE SYMPTOMS

Fear not the symptoms, fear more its cause

A dark shadow is more fierce than a body that's loss

Once darkness removes the sight of blindness itself

And wisdom will be locked forever in the shelf.

Worry more not in the absence of food abundance

But in the presence of gold that makes poor of the richness

For whatever is the exit shall bear the same cost of the entrance

What was one a waste will never happen to be worthless

It's one thing of ambiguity if you have nothing to do

Yet it's another complexion if you will do nothing

One day a square will employ in a circle of companies

Then a man's knowledge and time will be clothed in small office

Oh space! You are now too valuable to people

An inch of you to a household is already a temple

Beware because homes will no more have houses

Never you can find one, it's all filled with emptiness

People forced to convenient will be marching to the past

Trees will give birth to buildings, building that will not last

As power plants demolish the greenfields, little live eradicate

It's a man 's consent alone, that's why the Earth cannot appreciate.

Fear not the symptoms, fear more its cause

Hunger will feed you and make you carry the cross

The only job available is serving your very ego

By seizing a flower's space, you'll be a victim of your own fiasco.

What suffer a man is experiencing

What pain the world is giving

Are not the real problems you are facing 

But are just starting symptoms of the ending

Hunger, homelessness, unemployment , nature devastation

And the rest that brings you to the world's destruction

Foolish rational beings! Poisoned ignorants of the potion

The culprit is in the society, the real evil is oppression.