Il y a près de 40 ans, Vi Subversa faisait cette déclaration radicale et poétique.
I denounce the system that murders my children
I denounce the system that denies my existence
I curse the system that makes machines of my children
I reject the system that makes men of machines
I reject the system that turns bodies of my own sweet flesh
Into monsters of iron and steel and war
And turns the hands of my children into robot claws
I reject the system that turns the hearts of my children
Against this earth
I curse the system that turns the genitals of my children
Into factories of fire and destruction
And rapes our flesh
And tears our womb
This earth our home.
There are no words
For us no words
There are no words
When the fireball rapes the flesh of the earth
When the fireball tears the womb of the world
When the bullet rips apart the son and the lover
Lays to waste the wombwork and the labour
Where are they that will cherish my flesh
Where are they that will cherish my children
The men that will stand against the deathdealers
The children who can say no to the lifestealers
Where are they that will curse the deathdealers
I denounce the system
There are no words
For us no words
There are no words
Rooted in pain they sell their own flesh
Rooted in pain they do anything for money
They deal in death with minds that feed on hate
In fear of life they kill without pity
In fear of love they wound and they rape
In fear of love they rape without pity
Where are they that will cherish my flesh
Where are they that will cherish my children
The men that will stand against the deathdealers
I denounce the system
There are no words
For us no word
There are no words
Only a curse leaps from my throat
Only a curse leaps like blood from my throat
To curse the warlords that lay to waste our labour
That lay to waste the wombwork and the labour
That lay to waste the wombwork and the labour
That lays to waste
That lays to waste
waste… waste…
waste… waste…
waste