Hello, good evening to Correio da Madeira.
T hank you very much for your existence and preservation of democracy and live thought and freedom of expression. Next, I will send you two texts that are two musical lyrics. I hope you like it and just as I hope you will do me the favor of publishing my musical lyrics. I don't have the title of one of them.
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Madeira Island, No Place for Madeiran
Chorus:
Madeira, oh Madeira, an island in the sea,
Where the rich enjoy life while the poor can't see.
Verse 1:
The regional government, they only care for their own,
While the people they rule, they're left with no home.
The money they steal, it's all for their gain,
While the people they leave, they're left in a pain.
Verse 2:
The graduates they train, they're left on the streets,
While foreigners they hire, they're the one who retreats.
The jobs they create, they're all for the few,
While the people who need, they're left feeling blue.
Verse 3:
The housing they build, it's all for the rich,
While the people who live, they're left with a hitch.
The prices they charge, it's all out of hand,
While the people they leave, they're left feeling stranded.
Chorus:
Madeira, oh Madeira, an island in the sea,
Where the rich enjoy life while the poor can't see.
Verse 4:
The problems they hide, they're under the rug,
While the people they care for, they're all in the mug.
The health they neglect, it's a shame to behold,
While the people who suffer, their stories are untold.
Verse 5:
The priorities they ignore, they're all in the air,
While the parties they throw, they're just a mere dare.
The money they spend, it's all for their show,
While the people they leave, they're on their own flow.
Verse 6:
The foreigners they attract, they're all for the dough,
While the people they forget, they're all left with a woe.
The island they promote, it's only for them,
While the people who live, they're left feeling a sin.
Verse 7:
They say everything's fine, they're always the best,
When things go wrong, it's always the rest.
They blame it on Lisbon, they blame it on all,
While the people they deceive, they're all feeling a call.
Verse 8:
We're the poorest in the land, they're proud of their name,
If the case were the other way, they'd change the game.
But we don't matter, we're just a mere bunch,
While the rich and the powerful, they have all the hunch.
Verse 9:
Emigrate now, they say, it's the only way,
Leave this island behind, forget the dark day.
Only the rich and the elite, they're allowed to stay,
While the poor and the struggling, they have to obey.
End:
Madeira, oh Madeira, an island in the sea,
Where the rich enjoy life while the poor can't see.
But we won't give up, we'll fight for our rights,
We'll make this island a place where everyone shines.
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Put your own title ...
Madeira, an island paradise
Where the rich live in luxury,
While the poor are lost in despair,
Their lives a never-ending struggle.
The government, corrupt and greedy,
Cares only for its wealthy friends,
While the people suffer and die,
Their cries unheard, their pain unseen.
The graduates of Madeira,
Thrown aside, their futures bleak,
While foreigners take their jobs,
Their lives a never-ending streak.
The houses built for millionaires,
While the locals struggle to survive,
Their dreams shattered, their hopes crushed,
Their lives a never-ending strife.
The health care system crumbling,
The doctors overworked and underpaid,
The people sick and neglected,
Their lives a never-ending parade.
The parties and festivals,
A distraction from the truth,
The people's pain ignored and hidden,
Their struggles a never-ending youth.
The government's lies and deception,
A cover-up for their greed,
The people's trust betrayed and broken,
Their lives a never-ending need.
Madeira, an island paradise,
For the rich, a place to escape,
For the poor, a place of despair,
A never-ending nightmare to cope.
Enviado por Denúncia Anónima
Terça-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2024
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