Don't make us angry

But you take away our bread

The desire, the thirst

You only make us work

Don't make us angry

But you kill our father

The mother, the brothers

The sisters left to the stars

Don't make us angry

But set fire to the earth

Drain every sea

Slaughter every animal

Don't make us work

Nor kill any more animals

And make us angry

For every father, for every mother

for every child dead in the middle of the sea

And make us angry

for the trans* sisters left to die

for the trans* brothers forced to endure

non-binary people forced to disappear

Don't make us angry

for this headlong world

that mutilates, kills, and thinks of profit

for this dystopia that has come true

in which Palestine was bombed

and prisons are overcrowded

behind bars every lament becomes unheard

Let us be angry

for this filthy and dirty world

that doesn't even let us decide about our own body

let us get pissed off

that working is tiring

surviving is a struggle

and I don't know anymore if this is a poem or a critique

to this life that I would only want to live, live, live

don't make us angry

while we are forced to power, to duty, to dust, to fall