LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

Diplomacy and democracy,

The new disguised prostitutes,

That, among corrupt societies,

Slide softly, but armed.

They are promises of dialogue and justice,

But often empty of truth,

Hiding under the cloak of rhetoric

The dirty game of ambiguity.

Diplomacy, which should be a bridge,

Becomes a strategy to cover up,

And democracy, so idealized,

Is manipulated until it pretends to sup.

Among speeches and agreements,

Power corrupts its worth,

And those who should serve the people

Use words to hide the fervor’s dearth.

Thus, in the hands of the corrupt,

Diplomacy and democracy become masks,

Disguising what is rotten inside,

In a theater of plastic illusions that tasks.

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