Wake Up by Miriam Canut Segura

They ask me to write Slam and I say wake up.

Sometimes I wish

I was born in the early sixties among the counter culture.
When at least a revolution
was something real
made by people;
that was
REAL.

I don’t like how I feel.

I look around

and I see

copies

of copies
of copies.

They ask me to write Slam

and I say “You, wake up!”

People working

in jobs that they hate
to be able to buy shit
that they don’t need.

Always with the strong belief

that they are free.
FREE
FREE!

I say free,

but free FALLING.

Plastic Soldiers;

Clock-Hearted,

Toilet-Headed.

Get away from me

They ask me to write Slam

And I say; “Yo, wake up, right now!”

Take off your mask.

“Why?

There is more plastic underneath.”

As in everyone.

Industrial PLASTIC;

your biggest-biggest

ADDICTION.

Something needs to be done

They ask me to write some slam

and I would like to ask you to stand up.

So why do you watch?

Why do you watch and don’t look?

To look means to realize.

To realize means pain,

and pain,

is not among the last trend.

They ask me to write slam

And I say “Holy shit, please, read some books.”

Wasted minds;

FEAR

and

CONFORMISM

As the Holy Spirit.

Meanwhile

The capitalist leviathan
Eating your brains;
Day,
after day,
after day.
Brain,
after brain,
after brain.

But you are ok;

singing  the songs
that you love to sing,
wearing the clothes
that you love to wear

I would probably love you more

If you would have the niceness of

Please,

PLEASE

stop hiding yourself

underneath

this fake berk,

underneath

those three tons of

makeup.

Make up

your mind.

go search

and find.

TRUTH.

Truth

beyond the line

in this real path

of mine.

“Real eyes

realize
real lies.” ₁

They’ve asked me to write slam

and I said; wake up.

1. Title of a song of the band Machine head