por Daniel Ruy Pereira

So Jonathan Corrie has died.
Alone, cold, homeless – miserable
At the doors of Democracy
Where Jonathan Corrie didn’t belong

But that was just another closed door
Pubs were closed, houses were closed,
Churches were closed

(Because people were
giving medicine to their hearts, resting their hearts,
praying with their hearts.
Hearts were busy, as you can see
They had no time as you can see)

It’s going to be Christmas soon
When people like to be
Together, warmed, secured – contented
At the doors of the Misunterstood Kingdom
Where Jonathan Corrie didn’t belong

Because, who is Jonathan Corrie, anyway?
No one gives a dime,
As you can see.