If I Were Pure Poem by Jonas Goncalves

Like a ghost
they start to treat you.
Now you're useless
and, for society,
a form of vile life.

Everywhere what we see
is the past come back
the same mistakes being made
and the same lies being told.

Everything has suddenly changed
and nor children can be saved
Everybody has talked about justice,
but nobody sees the problem.
And each said word by them
is corrupted by this obsession.

Get rid of this holy book
and go live naturally.
Get rid of this fool thought
and say something inteligent
Please, get rid of this obsession
and stop being inconvenient.

I'm nostalgic about people,
because I lost a lot of them.
And since the first beliefs,
we were being controlled;
however, if they make you well,
I won't be who will prevent you
to believe freely in them.

The Institution speaks behind masks;
without apparent guilty or logic.
It's hard to breath corrupted air
and it's harder not to want to be alone.

I've got inside me
the idea of lucidity.
In my dreams
we're still pure.
In them we can choose
what had better suit us.