It’s so popular to make war on earth, what misery…
It’s not a chimera, nor ephemeral,
Everything is to be remade in the light!
No sleeping pill for hell,
Ministries are angry,
After revolvers, nuclear…
Is it necessary for our sphere?…
A deadly, bloodthirsty vision,
The military is going to the dogs…
In all hemispheres,
Nothing out of the ordinary!
Only thunderclaps
And deserts of dust…
But what can we do to talk about the universe
And in a good way?
Putting muzzles on torturers?
Don’t mess with vipers…
It’s a lightning cruise,
Heading straight for the cemetery!
The earth is our itinerary,
Armored with stellar craters.
We are boarders
Without landmark or frontier…