Induce

Induce, shine, seduce
Produce fire, fever fire
Little culture, of the authentic
Racist and moralist, sufferings
Of others make me ask for forgiveness
Woman, what harm have they done to you in all
These years, coward being unable
To assume the blame
And this chest that only feels bitterness
In the face of so much madness
Compassion does not exist
In the face of so much sweetness
True love for the people
May God bless the earth, oh
There is no other way, since I alone
Take care of making it a mess, with the
Excuse of money and progress
I play dumb and don't look
I look at the sky just in case
I think of Pablo de Rokha
And I get lost in his pages...