The rock

In the midst of so much pot-bellied leader,
In a world full of empty bellies,
nothing makes sense,
in the innocence of the senses,
and could raise flags,
or prepare a great dinner,
for all those Judas ex officio,
waiting without anyone seeing them,
the most corrupt portion,
and even then I would not understand,
as he betrays himself,
man against his principles.
And it's so clear,
we will take nothing to the grave,
consciousness is lost,
the values bleed,
and faith is the paradigm,
that appropriates tired souls,
tired of believing,
that something would change one day.
Encouraging will be the moment,
in which we can see the punishments,
or the corresponding prizes,
to those who deserved it,
and those pot-bellies are,
the food of the empty bellies.