IN THE VOICE OF A BEGGAR!
(2600 B.C.)
I don't choose nor I hide the bursts of a
Old lever that falls in the diaphragms of the
Idolatry, and it resounds disparate voices worshipping the beggars
That to chatter humble in the obliteration of the masses,
He/she fills out the emptiness of an asleep rage,
When they wake up, they die how they write and
As if it was not enough don't do how they owe!
They bark out the nights and they torment us to the turn of the banks
I am tamed politically,
You are colonized economically;
He is enslaved culturally!
Us…
They are socially late!!!
Who? - The sentries of the shame!
Let us have hopes siblings in believing
In the certainty that the legends are part of the life,
That the právidos, are also part of the diaphragms
Of the harmony (…)
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