War

Há uns anos o mundo parou perante isto. Não se falava de outra coisa.
Foi convidada para cantar numa cerimónia religiosa e, no fim, fez isto.
Milhares de fãs destruíram os seus cd's em praça pública, deixou de ser convidada para actuar, foi ameaçada de morte, de enviada do diabo e tantas coisas mais. A grande promessa passou a ser a grande decepção.
Mais tarde, pediu perdão pelo que fez. Uns acham que fez bem, outros que fez mal (decepcionando-se esses entretanto com ela), outros que foi tarde demais.
A verdade é que é um momento extraordinário, um momento em que as palmas finais foram anuladas por um silêncio constrangedor.

"Until the philosophy,
Which holds one race superior
And another inferior,
Is finally and permanently
Discredited and abandoned,
Everywhere is war.

Until there is no longer first class
Or second class citizens of any nation.
Until the color of a man's skin,
Is of no more significance than
The color of his eyes,
I've got to say "war".

That until the basic human rights,
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race,
I'll say "war"

Until that day the dream of lasting peace,
World-citizenship and the rule of
International morality will remain
Just a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never obtained.
And everywhere is war.

Until the ignoble and unhappy regime
Which holds all of us through,
Child-abuse, yeah, child-abuse yeah,
Sub-human bondage has been toppled,
Utterly destroyed,
Everywhere is war.

War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south,
There is war,
And the rumors of war.

Until that day,
There is no continent,
Which will know peace.

Children, children.

Fight!

We find it necessary.
We know we will win.
We have confidence in the victory
Of good over evil

Fight the real enemy!"

(Sinéad O'Connor)