"KABBALA"

AT THAT

"LALA",

THAT SHUTS US UP...! 

I

As

Shut me up

Seeing the fire

Coming from above,

Signal

Of some evil

What do I call

Of a "cabal"

Of those who want us

Shut up,

Frighten

With weapons,

Spreading the flames

All over

The side,

Arrest

For no apparent reason,

They spread fear,

The horror

Around

To your own relatives,

Because they want

Be the only ones

Sirs,

The real ones

The dictators

Of the nation,

Of region... 

II

Sometimes,

Given the various

Crises

Successive,

No respite,

Continuous,

I feel like

Of being silent,

Stay in my corner,

In my world,

Don't get involved

In politics

Guineans,

But, the thirst

It's so much that I end up

For intruding

In what I understand nothing,

Because the suffering

It's so much

That doesn't leave me indifferent,

Because the mind

Feels

Very sad

Towards

So much spectacle,

Not to say,

Scandal. 

III

Force the people

Again,

Going to the elections,

In conditions? 

To change what

Specifically?! 

Why? 

What dividends

What benefits

For the people

Kid,

Otherwise for the big one,

To feed

Your vices,

Increase

And accumulate

Your morgadios? 

The sacrifices

They hit more and more

The doors

Of the unfortunate

Without health,

No manners,

Without housing,

Without electric light,

No running water,

No minimum conditions

Of human dignity! 

IV

Without writing,

And embrace anonymity

Given what is in force

In my land

Many decades ago! 

It's almost like hugging

The suicide

Guys

And collective

Of my people,

Without a single

Daily cent

For her own

Survival! 

V

Here,

In these lines

Pies,

I don't intend

To give

Lessons,

To throw

conclusions,

But just ask,

The reasons

Deep

That they dismissed

Dialogues,

Consensus

Among friends,

Brothers

There,

And that culminated

In dissolution

From the Assembly

National,

And consequently,

The fall of the government

Leaving the elections

Last June

And in functions,

In less than four months! 

VI

Ambition

Of power

And more power,

Take the men

The ruckus,

The fight

Unrestrained

To feed

Your little ones,

Intimate,

Defending

Your navels,

Defending

Your friends,

Not mattering

With the Constitution,

Ignoring

The interests

Of the Nation,

From the Guinean brothers! 

Blind,

Mute

And deaf

Towards

The echoes

Of the change,

The winds

trade winds

That blow

From the Continent,

For well-being,

Progress

Of the people,

Behold, Guinea-Bissau

If you dived,

Got buried

Again

In the abyss,

In the doldrums!!! 

VII

Until when,

The aspirations

Of the populations?! 

There

"Desan"! 

There,

There

Nha armon! 

N, na pidi son

God, father I Librau

Di war

On no earth,

Suma kil from Bissau

From June 7, 1998,

War of "Bissauzinho"!!! 

VIII

Because

From the party,

From the party leader,

Don't resign

The family,

Do not let

Fall the joy

That existed in it...!!! 

Well done

To all,

For Guinea-Bissau! 

A saint

Friday! 

(To be continued)

BRANDOA (Friday, 04:12), December 8, 2023. 

KK-NDO