Poema
(Ignorance mist)
Here in the mist of the ignorance,
the dirty city survives.
Every body in the inner space of them selfs.
Empty hearts and no hands for each other.
No money makes this space between the océan and the montains, in a land of no hope.
Polítics of explotation, liers all, power to get rich in short.
Poors, many poors, poverty the worse human ofense to god .
Sickness of the bodies, sickness of the soul.
Here in the mist of the ignorance, don’t
want to he part, of this up side world.
Escalona
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