About You
It was always about you
Even when you were there, which you weren't often
It was always about you
You did what you pleased
Whenever it pleased you, because
It was always about you
Whoever got hurt
It didn't matter
It was always about you
You had no feelings
No sympathy, no empathy
It was always about you
No words, no reason
Could stop you from destroying us
It was always about you
It was always about you
But not anymore, not for me
It'll never be about you again
1 comment:
It's mind-boggling when I allow myself to think that a bearded megalomaniac has maintained control of 11 million people for more than 47 years.
Sometimes a brief poetic expression such as yours is the only way to deal with it. Your conclusion is the epiphany we hope all of us, inside and outside of Cuba, might have.
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