Wars
The war becomes incandescent the brain,
In the to resound of the myths and legends,
The died appears behind the mirrors...
Saying that in war all lose.
Poets bleed trying to shout,
Expelling messages ignored,
Asking for peace and future,
But to the money the lords point...
And the money points all to the war!
Goldsmithery, how much is this gun?
Why it is in poor countries...
Where food the people can't buy?
Héber Vicente Bensi Bensi
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