The queen inside her cage
is stroke upon her endless rage
of putrid suburbs evaporating
and sullen resistance, survival.
Crystal devours that amazing
World of aristocratic ostracism,
She gets rid of each and every
criticism,
Even though its enviable,
Her cynicism
That wraps nothing but
Her never-expressed desires,
Never-satisfied appetites.
And in her soul it´s like a cut,
In her wound burns a deep fire,
In an astonishing painful rite
Even though she might seem
perfect, clean and cute,
pure, lean and correct:
A nice queen for everyone.
The masses, they´re nothing but
Weary grayish people,
Hungry ones, living under no roof,
In the Common Misery Town,
Nevertheless
They are the genuine expression
Of what the queen lacks
At her best,
True feelings
And the balls to change the World,
Let´s go, Let´s make a Revolution!

Written on June 27th, October 23rd and 25th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama.