BOY MILKING THE COW

Who doubts that this child milking the cow
Will grow up
A leading man, governor, president or politician
Well, his art of milking, without a doubt
Will produce great effects
As do those who govern and guide us
In the valleys, on the hills
In the streets, the stables and corrals
In the palaces, government houses
Deputations and Town Halls
Leaving the State Cow dry
Praising the great benefits
What have they taken from it
For their own benefit and advantage.
This child, his lullabies already forgotten
Won't be a Marine
Because in this city of Burgos there is no beach
But yes military or police
Pedophile priest, or a qualified worker
Subjugated like so many others.
This child, grown up
Praising the cow that he milked as a child
Will dream, in his nights of happy sleep
That he is in a world of peace
Waking up to reality
Watching the world keep rolling
Between crimes and bombs
That reach the Earth and the Sky
And that all men
Ppraise fascist and pedophile mysticism
Under vatican canopy
Admiring what a nuke shot
Can do in palatial buildings
In houses of administration and government
And even in the Cathedral
Without being able to emigrate to Asturias
Dear homeland
Unable to climb the tree
Nor being able to pick the flower
Nor give it to his blonde or brunette
That he waits at the gate
From the Walk of he Cubes
Or in the Gamonal Square.

-Daniel de Culla