The sacrifices, the workers,
and the children at home,
the undocumented, the prisoners,
the soldiers go to war.
And he is thirty years old,
br/>the same bus,
always in the same place.
While history,
sleeps in books,
virtual reality works.
Josou'a our houses,
Josou'a another war.
If the future is the young people,
why are the young people the last?
All money is the first ,
Money, war and murderers.
We are the brothers,
and the best,
We are the working class.

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