Somos aves sin alas, peces sin branquias que fueron arracadas no solo por la alta sociedad en general si no de personas que envidian nuestra miseria y la de los demás. La sinceridad es dañina para uno mismo, ya que los estándares de los mentirosos son altos y ante eso el sincero decae pero jamás en su propio egoísmo ya que el que dice verdades demuestra libertad y el que demuestra mentiras se esta aprisionando en una falsa realidad y aunque lo veamos de este modo el sincero jamás gana ya que es difícil contarle como alivias tus problemas a la mama porque al mirarla en ella vez todo lo que aprendiste y lo que aun te falta A veces quisiera irme ver que es lo que me falta pero terminaría debajo de un puente con mi espalda hecha escarcha con mis manos y dedos congelados mirando al cielo diciéndole a Dios basta, no todos tenemos suerte eh pero aun así Muchos nacemos siendo un trébol de 4 hojas queriendo ser de 3 porque tenemos suerte y no felicidad, lo digo porque todos conocemos la historia de algún infeliz con suerte que podía escapar hasta de la policía pero no de la muerte.
Injusticias pasan a diario y aunque pasen y pasen los años, nosotros no habremos cambiado en cambio habremos empeorado, gente mala aprovechándose de la buena, esto no es un ying y yang la realidad es que hay mas maldad que bondad te daría referencias pero serian muy fuertes como para imaginar.
Aunque con este verso libre con algo de rimas no te este haciendo ver paisajes con palabras hermosas, al menos te recuerdo que: El mundo nos dio vida, a nosotros, sus hijos malcriados y malditos de los cuales nuestra madre aun así no esta arrepentida.
English:
We are birds without wings, fish without gills that were ripped off not only by high society in general, but also by people who envy our misery and that of others. Sincerity is harmful to oneself, since the standards of liars are high and before that the sincere decays but never in his own selfishness since the one who tells the truth shows freedom and the one who shows lies is imprisoning himself in a false reality and Although we see it this way, the honest never wins because it is difficult to tell your mother how you alleviate your problems because when you look at her you see everything you learned and what you still lack Sometimes I would like to go see what I lack but I would end up under a bridge with my back covered in frost with my hands and fingers frozen looking at the sky telling God enough, not all of us are lucky, eh, but even so, many of us are born a 4-leaf clover wanting to be a 3-leaf clover because we are lucky and not happy I say this because we all know the story of some lucky wretch who could even escape from the police but not from death.
Injustices happen daily and although the years go by, we will not have changed, instead we will have worsened, bad people taking advantage of the good, this is not a ying and yang, the reality is that there is more evil than goodness, I would give you references but they would be very strong enough to imagine.
Although with this free verse with some rhymes I am not making you see landscapes with beautiful words, at least I remind you that: The world gave us life, us, her spoiled and cursed children of whom our mother still does not regret.
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