The love for manufactured things

ould you accept they shot to a pregnant woman?
Do you seem better that first she would give birth and then kill her?
It would seem to you compassionate that the jailer adopted the creature?
If it wins you love to justice do not read on, you have things to do.

Would you support that somebody denounced the situation of the woman who shouts every night next door?
What would you do if pass the days and the denunciation does not come?
And if that someone had to be you?
If it wins you love for women do not read on, you have things to do.

Do you know that there are people who do not
know if it is night or day because a hood covers
always their head?
Would you calm knowing that they deserve
punishment by terrorists and criminals?
Do you still thinks it is fair if tomorrow they put
you the hood and could not even plead for
innocence? …and really are you?
If it wins you love for human rights, do not Keep
reading, you have things to do.

Do you know that there are workers who sleep under the tables where they work?
Do You know that you buy things they produce because they are cheap?
Do you think they have holidays, decent wages, unions and social security?
If it wins you love for manufactured things do not read on, you have things to do.

Can you chute a ball sewn with bloodied hands of a small Indian boy?
Do you think that being a trivial game behind it everything is innocent?
Do you think at least he has a job and earn a salary?
If it wins you love for children, do not read on, you have things to do.

Do you give alms to beggars in the street?
Would you rather think that they did something bad to finish thus?
Would you refuse to give believing that many of them are part of charity’s mafia?
If it wins you love to society, you can not continue reading, you have things to do.

If you’ve come this far and nothing touches you,
if you feel a simple gear without force,
if no other people’s injustice mobilizes you,
this book will not be closed,
nor it will deny its words to you,
but you can not continue reading.
Because you’re blind.

from the my book  ‘The love for manufactured things’,  by Xavier Molina, 2008

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