few days ago I came across this poem, since I could not stop
meditate on what without be very smart or understanding of politics, we are teaching. Although written in 1700 and by a Franciscan monk, shows that even then could see clearly the political deception, I think today we can all see how many actually knew the religious view and pass, I then read and reread the poem, I want to share with anyone who comes into my blog.
meditate and let us not be tricked by these politicians, they do not help us live, but on the contrary, I've never talked about politics, neither understand nor want to understand, but it's so obvious that there is rot today even the most novice can see how bad our politicians working for the interests and welfare of the English.
I am writing this because I need to explain my feelings, I feel cheated every day in every way, I feel that our politicians we are relegated, which they are the last monkey, that before us (English) are all migrants, I will never understand, as you can come out giving it to refuse to yours.
I think it would just start by fixing your home and if on employment in others, because I think every family must be responsible for their own, and seek a common good among all, as I am sure that life is plenty for all but stolen and collect only a few who are selfish and believe that they will die or never took him to another world, which if you stop to think, would realize the futility of amassing watching it suffer for others, we should ponder deeply, with the heart not the mind, from love and not from selfishness etc. etc. because the only truth that is obvious and we all know is that we are all born naked and alone and we leave with nothing and alone, so I think that what really matters is that as we travel through life we \u200b\u200bcan be as happy as possible, something that could be achieved only with more loving, humane and fair. Hope you like it and I serve as I have served my to realize that we are in a wheel of the passing of years or centuries and will never change until we change ourselves.
My son, please jump in your soft bed.
Let me sleep, Mom, it makes no lack.
My son, please get up and breakfast.
Let me sleep, Mom, you do not need any.
My son, please, bring the coffee.
Mom, let the sheets a little more advantage.
My son, please, that all Spain is busy.
! Do not! ! Not get up, because I feel like it!
My son, please, that the sun is already high.
Let me sleep, Mom, nothing happens if I miss.
My son, please let the lunch hour.
let me, pitching me a lot of effort.
My son, please go to call you lazy.
Let me, Mom, I never will say has been imported.
My son, please, what if your boss is angry?.
No, Mom, let me not going to pass anything.
My son, please, you've slept too much. Let
, Mom, I am a Member of Congress and if I miss the meetings or notes, or note. Only
need, go when you vote. Members
That we are sheep of a flock to vote for what they say and sleeping on the bench.
Seriously, my pretty lady, I do not know why you restless. If
be culiparlante, collect my paycheck and my diet.
All I need, really, Mom, do not push.
is get over that I put on the lists.
To make it the leader, be submissive, be polite and applaud, of course
when the gallery talk.
And to be parliamentary, fatigue lot and amuerma.
why I'm so weak.
! Let me, mom, sleep!
Well, I leave, my son ... Forgive me, sorry ...
! I did not know the stress, which produces the parliament!
(Fray Junipero (1713-1784) English Franciscan friar).
Written by: Trini. PG
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