Guerra...

Achei que era meio clima. Ano político, ano de marte. Ano de guerra. Nenhuma é boa, pode crer.

War (Bob Marley)

Until the philosophy which holds one race
superior, and another inferior,
is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned,
everywhere is war.
Is uh war.
That until there are no longer first class
and second class citizens of any nation,
until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance
than the color of his eyes, Is uh war.
That until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all
without regard to race, there is a war.
That until that day the dreams of lasting peace,
world citizenship, and the rule of international morality
will remain in but a fleeting illusion,
to be pursued, but never attained.
No, everywhere is war.
War.
And until the ignoble and unhappy regime that now holds
our brothers in Angola,
in Mozambique
South Africa.
Sub-human bondage
have been toppled,
utterly destroyed.
Well, everywhere is war.
Is uh war.
War in the east.
War in the west.
War up north.
War down south.
War, war.
Rumors of a war.
And until that day
the African continent
will not know peace.
We Africans will fight.
We find it necessary,
and we know we shall win.
As we are confident
in the victory
of good over evil.
Good over evil.
Good over evil.