We are navigators of forgetfulness and death
locked up by cries of hate.
I do not care about the cries of the corrupt,
of unscrupulous people;
but, the silence of the innocents is heartbreaking.

I see poverty
growing exponentially.
I see a new generation without a future
where his cry for horizon has been reduced
for fear of being dust
living under a gray sky.

The change depends on us.
How many kilos should we lose to open our eyes?
Men hypnotized by evil spells
weaving shattered hopes
in prayer to heaven.

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