NO MORE...

          

                                                          

NO MORE... Withstand this false lull, Not knowing or predicting where it comes from The cuddling or the slap... If the music we hear soothes our chests Or listening in the distance as thunder drives us Marching or fighting... We don't know if we go in or out... We cry or laugh. We advance or retreat... We win or we lose... We live in a democracy or Everything is a mistake, we are innocent, Retarded, sold without receipt No stamp or signature of the Boss... It's not possible anymore... I don't have all the courses here. The medical treatment outside, the car, the clothes Drinks even water have to be the French... Buy the bra, mug, and other objects and read: Made in China... Or Brazil with z... Or from other countries, except from here... Even fake politicians steal here, But, they spend there, much more than they would spend here... It's no longer possible to have executioners talking about me and I can't do anything Or question or argue... No defense, I can get arrested or wear anklets, bail me out. What everyone already knows or thinks, afraid to say... What was I born for? To be gagged and have to leave? They don't want me here... Or will I have to run away? My rights snapped up? The few assets kidnapped? My torn diplomas? I studied here... I lived without enjoying the goods of others. I can not talk... I'd rather fight than die without fighting... I'm not a coward... Nor will I be... Man dies not his essence... His haughtiness, his fierce fearlessness. Here I passed and lived... Survived... I wasn't just a breath, an egg Who won... But a being who fought, suffered, survived... And he will die... 

 

Dionés Leony Machado