It's in the middle of the hustle and bustle of traffic
Through the city bus window your face was flawed
Which slowly creeps into the folds of used cardboard
In your hand is poultry carcasses
I am the heir of the nation! You tell me
Among the railroads that divide the city
And waving the ragged clothesline
You look at the sun of copper
The sky was covered in soot
POETRY, SINCE, SONETA
The children were bare-chested running around
POETRY, SINCE, SONETA
Unravel time seeking freedom
POETRY, SINCE, SONETA
But where is the justice?
POETRY, SINCE, SONETA
Because you're still starving
POETRY, SINCE, SONETA
And your cry still sounds: I'm a crime!
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Thank you
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