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Flip through the pages of history of all
time…
Write down your incidents as slogans and as a cover for human moan…
We absorb the sorrows from the wombs,
wombs,
from the breasts of our mothers and their eyes.
You have burned
everything,
even the maps of forgetfulness...
Our inheritance from those departed who have left
in the ground smoke and ashes!!
They have left us with nothing...
our burden is so heavy...
While our children are injected
with defeat and fractures
Fake promises of joy,
chants, bitter dances…
and emptiness.
The route is becoming narrow…
go away, you approaching stranger.
Our generation carries rage, and new blood.
We are executing the bequest…
We will eliminate you, stranger.
You, along with the one who showed you the way… |
