GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I do not accept being criticised,

They do not know what matter I am made of,

Whether I am a predicate or subject,

Or the planetary language that justifies me.

And if they wish, they may indicate to the court,

The reality of my accusation,

To the lawyer who explains nothing,

I do not need their protection.

In greater defence, another defendant will come,

Indicated by the future,

In my next habitat, the mausoleum,

Where I will finally rest, without harsh judgement.

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