A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

From the poor who remain silent in fear,

I will be the voice in personal defence,

To claim their rights I read

In random and punctual order.

The land belongs to everyone without credits,

Bonuses dissecting lean accounts,

Of education and health, always troubled,

Without the support of quality, very rare.

I rise against the glaring inequality,

Where privilege wears the mask of power,

And justice, in a hesitant murmur,

Tarries in fulfilling its duty.

Let the poor not be invisible,

Nor hostage to empty promises,

For in every life is indelible

The right to dignity in hand.

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