Wake up my friend

I don't need the perfect words
for poetry to write
I use it my friend
for you to wake up

In a golden palace
live bunch of pigs
They drink, eat and laugh
until they get sick

I think your shoes
are eaten by mouse
Modern artist has painted
the walls of your house

You work all day
Have you deserved
that the wind blows
through the broken windows
while the bastards sleep
on the brilliant pillows

Wake up my friend
Lift up your spine
Press delete on weak
It's time to fight