1/5-By the right to freedom of the press, freedom of speech and freedom to be born human, if one understands Mr. Assange's silence here is the greatest poem in the world for the whole year.
When a Man Wants
You who sleep at night on the sidewalk
in
a rain bed with sheets made of wind
you who have the Christmas of loneliness, of suffering
you are my brother friend you are my brother
And you who sleep only the nightmare of jealousy
in a bed of rage with sheets made of fire
and suffer the Christmas of loneliness without
a complain
you are my brother friend you are my brother
Christmas is in December
but in May it can be
Christmas is in September
is when a man wants
Christmas is when it is born
a life at dawn
Christmas is always the fruit
that is in the womb of the woman
You who invent
tenderness and toys to give
you who make up dolls and moonlight trains
and lie to your son because you can't buy them
you are my brother friend you are my brother
And you who see in the window your hunger that I don't know
sadness slices on each merry king cake
you get a
bitter taste in every candy I bought
you are my brother friend you are my brother🐱🌏"unroll" @threadreaderapp to help the WORLD understand Mr. Assange #FreeASSANGE🇦🇺✊⏳ @Firefly1776 @carlosavargas @XEunomieX @jaraparilla @JamesMa96163439 @GRevoltution
In- Ary dos Santos