In the lap of the day
I have a strange feeling
that overwhelms my soul.
So far my life transits
on roads of forced aridity.
Wilted illusions
they have left a bitter taste
of early despair
In my being.

My tormented soul
full of coldness
go through the streets of my city.
With a feeling of dissatisfaction.
way with a battle attitude
against a regime of usurpers.

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