They Created an Imagery,

And Called it the Land of Hope,

They told us that the world might be filled with many orchids,

But there was only one Big Apple,

And that even if the earth was divided into several seas,

There was only one Sailor

For decades we watched,

As they imposed their songs upon the regions of our shores,

As if we were all dressed in the routine of …

One Voice

One Language

One Music

And who made you King over kings?

What makes you think that all soups taste the same?

And when you look closely,

The Emperor walks around all day,

With his trousers unzipped

Eager to teach the world how to dance,

But with No idea of the music that governs nations

But here we are today

In a world were polluted bullets,

invade the substance of new ideas

And crush the chosen minds