Oh God, I wonder if you hear my cries,
I wonder if my pleas reach you among all the dying.
Oh God, I want to know if I should try to fight.
because I see it, I feel it, I hear it, it's a slaughterhouse, it is a madhouse and an uneducated high school This is the end of all future and the birth of the death of humans. Is here that people burn their brains and let their dreams die.
Thus God, My God, I wonder if it is that among all those who suffer before me you hear my doubt for this nation that does nothing but leave marks on my back.
I had the strength, the energy, to create a revolution and the glow of the teeth for one more fight. One more try before my heart gave into the pain and died because of lack of land to protect. But their voices are louder and you can't argue with the ones that create suicide bridges from their neurones
So God, if you hear in the distance these cries that come out of what remains of my soul. If a broken part of my sentence were to sigh you in your ears I ask you: "What should I do?" Because I am lost, I'm defeated in a country that doesn't look for solutions but for loopholes
TA.
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