(Intro with slow percussion, the sound of a typewriter, and television static)
(Spoken in a firm voice)
Using free will...
Awakening logic in consciousness.
For future generations,
this is the truth without anesthesia.
Verse 1 (Medium tempo, the bass begins to mark the pulse)
They look to the sky seeking answers,
while empires calculate their bets.
The earth trembles on Caribbean soil,
a double blow that awakens from the dream.
Divine force or the hand of man?
Ego and greed destroying brother.
For bombs there are no delays,
billions of dollars clearing the way,
but if the people drown in tears,
bureaucracy dresses in horror.
Chorus (The catchy, explosive, danceable, and melodic rhythm enters)
Oh, how heartbreaking it is to see this world turned upside down!
What should cure scarcity is spent on war.
They move aircraft carriers in seconds,
but it takes decades to heal the world.
Oh, how heartbreaking it is to see the hypocrisy of power!
They prefer to destroy in order to sell again,
they prefer to destroy in order to sell again...
Verse 2 (Faster rhythm, mambo-rap style, straight to the point)
A media selling smokescreens,
hiding the strings, covering up battles.
They keep the people distracted by consumerism,
selling promises made of smoke.
Hey, Mr. Journalist! Change your notebook,
for just one day be true to the planet.
Do your job with truth and decency,
be neutral, don't sell out the audience.
Show the houses that are already prefabricated,
that could save forgotten people.
The UN gives speeches, the NGO calculates,
while evil accumulates in the bank.
Chorus (The rhythm intensifies, the winds sound strong and catchy)
Oh, how it breaks your heart to see this world upside down!
What cures scarcity is spent on war.
They move aircraft carriers in a matter of seconds,
but it takes decades to heal the world.
Oh, how it breaks your heart, the hypocrisy of power!
They prefer to destroy in order to sell again...
Bridge (The rhythm slows, becomes mystical, only piano and soft percussion)
But free will cannot be tied down,
they won't silence your own logic.
If military force were transformed into brotherhood,
Venezuela and the world would see the light.
Less talk in New York,
more solutions, more heart.
Outro (The chorus returns with full dance energy and gradually fades away)
For my children's children... awareness.
For the people of tomorrow... resistance.
Neutral press for a day... sincerity.
Let technology build... humanity.
(Sound of a heartbeat blending with the final drumbeat)
May it remain etched in your memory
FunkyVector384
