A poetry: You And me
You find the slogan I find the rebellion
You violate the rules, I say to attack
You stay silent, I brag
You call pure life I want death.
Slogans will be spoken on that highway
The pitch will get wet with black gum and blood
Yet the procession will not stop.
This struggle is not just for survival but for the getting of rights.
You live in a huge building with great fascination
I'm lazy, you become my friend, raise your hand.
I see a huge man in you not only a friend
You and I are deprived people, we are struggling being brothers.