BEASTS
Ravenous mouths of the children
In every corner I see the same scene,
And when the night is milder,
The same, terrible blunders,
So many bells to bend,
Not even this shroud me serene,
Hunger is showing immense and full
While others walk vile rogues.
I watch the same story for so many years,
And I think being inhuman facts
Those who show up every day,
Vultures ourselves beast in beast
Death in decorating and afflicts us,
Is it that the beds are reborn.
MARCOS LOURES
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