People to the power! The end is not pretty but it’s pretty near, workers of the world  disband and dissapear! Y’all chase away one other soul to be only for himself and nobody for him at all! Get up! Stand up! Tread on each other! Get drunk or get stupid so you don’t need to bother! Good times take a lot of work, no deeds just a bunch of words, money is time for what it’s worth so spend it rightaway! Three children, three bedrooms, put it into four-wheel drive, the belly has no ears my friend, so don’t argue with hunger strikes! No matter who’s the first in line, who’s the loudest while they whine, equal rights to tiny bites, that’s the main rule when we dine.

Meanwhile it is declared that the state is free, so if the people serve the state, that’s their liberty? Still we march for abolition, I raise my voice, but they don’t listen, ‘cause I’m just a man with a vision, and clearly not a politician drinking wine and preaching water. Vote for change, or change the voter, be a victor, give no quarter, bring your daughter to the slaughter! Democracy has been gang-raped and left here naked, so if they want my support too they better come and take it! If you are not satisfied you just have to fake it, or you’ll be forced to ratify ‘cause satisfaction’s overrated. Make war not love, the army is the remedy, it’s hard to make a friend, so find yourself an enemy! We all wait for a savior, but all we get is a wannabe, we are the 99 percent, and we always gonna be. The system is my muse, they exploit and abuse, so soon I will be mute, that’s how I refuse.

Komment: Ez a vers a "Kifacsart" című szövegem angol fordítása. Nem tükörfordítás, tehát nem szó szerint ugyanaz, mint a magyar, de az üzenete és a technikája azonos.

This is a translation of one of my poems Kifacsart. The words are not exately the same as in the Hungarian version, but the message is.