Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong through the blood they suck from you and through your arms which you lend them unwillingly.
