HAGAMOS EL AMOR

hola gente, aca renuevo el blog. escuche lo del pulitzer a dylan y dije: ¿porqué no le pregunto a un amigo que le gusta si el chabón es un capo de verdad o es todo marketing?, porque mucho yo no sabía. y bueh como me dijo que si, destape mi barca cibernética, y navegando encontré un tema de éste cantante, que me parece resume la historia de la humanidad, con su constante ambición de poder que lleva a guerras sin sentido pero con objetivos macabros... un par de veces leyendo para la facu dije: porqué los países gastan fortunas en tener ejércitos cada vez más potentes, en vez de garantizar la paz mundial y darle de comer a tanta gente que se muere de hambre???.
suena a una utopía de chico del secundario, me podrían decir, pero a veces suenan tan fáciles las cosas que parece una idiotez que no se hagan per se (no se si esta bien usado el término pero lo aprendi y alguna vez lo queria usar)

bueh gente, acá le dejo la canción de este cantautor:

MASTERS OF WAR

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead



y gente que les pareció?? es utopía o podremos alcanzar el sueño de vivir en paz??