I speak of mankind in time corrupt,
violated childhood artifacts and bodies.
time I speak of those who beg the crumbs of a daily certainty
as trade fairs to eat the same dish,
and remain silent to avoid being evicted from the table of the master.
time I speak of consciousness infected
tainted by poisons, by markets,
by misinformation,
who has lost the ability to discern and can not distinguish
eyes lie to those who beg.
him in the Temple of the drunks,
of who you stripped of their rights, which were once supposed
and fought.
time I speak of those who fail to offer respect and knows no memory
where every tragedy is a reminder of the Earth
screaming pain of those who no longer exists.
I'm talking about a time that I have to account
slaves but children of his own lies,
those missed its next generation
and those killed by their silence.
Note: This poem was used by a priest as strong as prayer, as "a psalm secular world ugly."
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