A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
From the scraps, they are taking from the containers
The dirty crumbs, to feed the illusion
Of a discovery in the new day with flavours,
Which only disguise the bitter reality in vain.
Often with pain, they feel that poverty
Is a constant siege in a borderless field,
Where hope dissolves in cruel uncertainty,
And the world's gaze turns away, without manners.
Your gaze, as you pass by in the city streets,
Fleeting and distant, ignores the misery of the brethren,
Those who shared the same age with you,
Playing innocently, unaware of the empty futures.
What do you truly feel? A shiver of rejection?
Contempt, because you see yourself reflected in the mirror of pain,
Fearing that your life might be their comparison,
In a cruel fate, without direction, without love.
But remember that each avoided glance, each omitted gesture,
Is a conscious choice, a bridge burning without reason,
And in the shadow of that fear, you too are lost,
In a profound solitude, made of your own denial.