Nothing new under the sun
Each time, all different, all equal
Germania under Roman occupation
The life that leads
Already a century another
None is really the apostle
Still, I'm the other
Thus, already the underfloor heating
Communal latrines, a wild imagination
There are over two thousand years to modernity, not bowl
And also, hot baths
And will, of water
It is therefore about two thousand years
The Romans knew assimilate, it's amazing
The Roman peace was mostly that too
For thus assimilate the conquered populations and
It is also, later, that will make the bourgeoisie
Creating for each category of life, a bourgeoisie
But gradually
Cunning and meanness
The Christian religion will prevail
Religion that persecuted to persecutor became
The persecution is persecution producer
Against the pagan Christian
Christian against the Pagan
A gradually imposed Catholicism
For better use, in order to dominate
First, the Roman tyranny was able to adapt
Somehow another, perpetuated
And its cultural heritage, not to waste!
But from past mistakes
Are still engraved in our heads
A fire that may not extinguished
Pa even the smartest firefighter
And about firefighters
Many, they do not earn more
1700 euros per month for a first class firefighter
And in Paris, depending on its place
But the term soldier
He who obeys, who march in
Everything could be done
Regarding nuisance, mischief
By mere citizens
Simply by humans
Certainly, nowadays, everything is inhuman
So depending vocations
Depending on the passions and aspirations
A new mentality, a new training
Anarchism as a transition period
Other behaviors, other names
Neither God nor master, neither left nor right
Abolition of money, the wage system, the narrow thinking
It is nothing at all, start the fight
To end all social classes and State
Transition to anarchy
Since barbarism and anarchy
Barbarism where everyone despises
Everywhere dominance in recovery
Anarchy, that we can finally live
And words without further use as the word hunger
Participate in fun
Fun participating
Widespread decline
The direct management or self-management for all share
Or workers' councils, it's like you want
Live, the human world screaming his hunger
A transition to anarchy with no end!
For the world
Is only what we make
Not just a few scoundrels
That we needed widgets
But
Me, you, they, they, them
In their world, human beings are fire
And finally
In France, it resurfaced
El bullshit law, it is disputed
Then it would all challenge
Then it would all shave
My solidarity with those who are arrested
I was with young anarchists Nantes
With the pirate flag, I like it
Libertarians not sectarian, friendly people
Some friends of a friend, Eric
warm and frantic anarchy
What changes anarchist sects
What changes Trotskyist sects
The official anarchism, I am the cyst
Because any ideology
Becomes a sectarian practice
For every religion
Becomes a sectarian practice
Inevitably, it looks at me askance
All bureaucracies vituperated me
Am not a nerd, am not legit, am a funny
Ploum ploum hoopla overcomes anarchy
Denounce any false, one true debate!
And
It must be part of anything
On no party, no organization, that's good
Nobody can encarter anarchy
It is infinite energy
No left without right, without God, without master
Of all its refusal, we must feast
There is no greater folly
The organization has life
Everything we confiscated
And various propaganda, we are conditioned
Everyone believing to have the truth
Exactly, there is no truth
It is there, the only truth
All, however, should be to everyone
But there is the round
Prejudices and value judgments, commonplaces
In all things, the packaging keeps us
Our false attractions, our false rejects
Everything that makes us
And now that will still scandalize
When our thoughts are only crawl
For we are
In advance of a reaction
For we are
Overdue for a revolution!
We must reread Yves Le Manach
"Bye bye grind" wonderful almanac
Followed by: "! Bastards are known your factories, your parties and your unions"
By Editions Champ Libre (1973)
All the men
With all women
All the women
With all men
Not only in terms of sexuality
But especially on the affinities
In a world of unity consciousness
No separate thought
only there
Could be equal
Could be fraternity
Could be freedom
Instead of that
This is fascism in perpetuity
In his cell, everyone is locked
And we look askance
Talk, listen, we have better things to do
It's like that famous winter wind
This turmoil of today and yesterday
This is the market in relation alienation
That makes us lose reason
And slowly
Madness, this torment of all spirits
"Exhilaration, illusion
Ease, familiarity
coarse joke, exaltation
Lack of consistency of thought
Logorrhée, the idea of persecution
Memory impairment
Flight of ideas, fixing amnesia
Bewilderment, disorientation
bradypsychia
morbid reverie orientated "
That's right the wrong of capital wind
Who is actually gigantic mental illness
Everyone loses his way
In there unfortunately taking share
Any government is rotting
Where to find all the garbage
Really, it is nothing at all, start the fight
Against all the allies of the capital, ugh
Leaders, parties, organizations, leaders, unions
Our brains are programmed, engrams, packaged
By all the laws of the market
Television, radio, newspapers
Of the capital police, not only in uniform, all this make you stupid
It would daily revolution
That the real is no longer as a moment of the false
For all our relations are of alienation
At work, at the stadium, unemployed, couples, families, even in event
False consciousness of the competition
Competition of false consciousness
There is nothing true when EVERYTHING is fake!
Patrice Faubert (2016) puète, peuète, pouète, paraphysicien (
http://patrice.faubert.over-blog.com/) Pat says the guest on "hiway.fr"