Love revolution in asphyxia

 You dance, pale, fragile little man,

With colors and love, in passion's span,

Equal and different, deep below,

As for you, all disorders I forego.

All together, even more in sight,

Subjects in a dance solo's light,

A black artist with hair so bright,

Fated in our democratic dome to alight.

And if needed, romantically stern,

We'll eternalize with freedom's turn,

Like a ruthless, thick frost's spread,

To cover the eye of the earth widespread,

Each one a professional sound,

A mistake where silence should be found.

With lovely hair and teeth so white,

Lots of money and human rights...