Por Que?
(Priscila Oliveira)
Why it has of the things to be thus? Why it has to exist racism? The Preconception, the anger and the hatred? Why people have that to Kill people? Why she has the lie and the falseness? The impatience, pain and the sadness? I know that nothing he is perfect, but we podiamos to fight to diminish this, but we are increasing! Corriputos, young policemen drugged, thieves in power Until where this go? until nao exists more they ninguem in the world? Or until God to destroy the world? If in the dream we can be.
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