In a society in which some are reared exclusively to be fed to the Dominant Caste, an individual belonging to the latter once cried out:
"Given that life's been set like so, let's rule this land
We need your flesh to quench our thirst...
Science has allowed us to play God with Nature's fate,
Fulfill what we have bred you for, that's your only aim!"
Soon after he had finished making his utterance, he went through a horrifying ordeal, not knowing if he was dead or in hell itself. It was during this experience that he grasped the immensity of Life and his own insignificance therein. Only then was he able to appreciate the beauty of harmonic coexistence. Yet awareness has never implied forgiveness, so Nature's wise Guardians requested that he be reincarnated as he whom he had erewhile terrorized…
"Wake up son because it's never too late
Tell me, have you ever wondered
Just what those who fear you feel?"
...and whispering these subtle words, they let him get acquainted with the reality of the oppressed, which he aptly portrayed:
"Born and raised, a perfect race
Meant to become but the best
Science has allowed them to play God with our fate
We act as living fuel but they don’t even care
No place! The weak don't stand a chance
They rot beneath our feet until the day they wake up dead
Time goes ever faster when you know you're almost there
Then you just pray that death comes without pain
Filled to the brim and tight as can be
Just awaiting death
Taking our children and broiling their skin…
Do they have no shame?
Perhaps they think that we don't know
We're only alive because we don’t weigh enough
We already dead men... Already dead!
Immersed in this system, we're victims of fear
Living to be killed
There must be something that we can do
To stop this reign of dread
Now you need to understand
There's no point in trying to talk to them
They got no senses... We oughta attack!
Driven by rage
We all plunged into this
Waving our swords
As our conscience was clear
Now there's blood on our hands
Many have fallen
Still it wasn't in vain
For the blood of our victims
Shall make up for the pain
Are we now what they were?”
Enlightened by the experience of having dwelled in both worlds, he sought for a way to ensure that equality prevailed.
“Now there's a truce
We shall all live in peace
'Look at the oppressor's face!'
Didgeridoo by Karl Leperski.
Album Cover by Lisa Heine. Graphic edition by Joaquín Cross.
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Luciano Fortuny in Uptown Studio.
Written in 2014. Recorded in early 2015 in Buenos Aires, Argentina.