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They stole the antennas,
the honey from the hives,
they didn't even leave us flags to wave.
They exchanged peace for debts,
they tied knots, ropes
and the patrol stopped us for looking.
They took the finals
to the land of neutrals,
they didn't leave us any lines to begin with.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a masterstroke
leaving us without the desire to win.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a masterstroke
quenching our thirst.
They stole the lanterns,
the light in the caves,
they didn't leave us maps of the darkness.
They sold smoke and calm,
tin ingots,
palaces of ash and unmarked letters.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a masterstroke
leaving us without the desire to win.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a masterstroke
quenching our thirst.
They smelted lead and copper,
they put salt in envelopes.
Alert, there is a witness.
They have left us alive.
It was a perfect robbery,
except for this:
we have throat, fist and feet left.
It wasn't a masterstroke,
they left a trail,
they can run now. The thirst is back.