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But I pray, because I still have Hope

Am I happy?
Of course not!
My childhood memories hunt me constantly
the ghosts of the past will never leave me alone
I cannot forgive
and the call of dust, rain and humidity are persistent
Am I alone?
Of course not
There are many people around me
but no one will ever understand me
because I'm not a conformist, I'm a rebel.
Am I a joyous person?
Of course not
I have dismissed the call of God
I didn't accept my destiny
and for that, I shall never forgive myself.
I wish. I wish the world was different
I'm disgusted by the greed and egocentrism of humans and for my own too.
I fervently hate Democracy
because is the most Beautiful Lie ever to be written and told by men
And for this, no one understands me
And for this they all judge me
History is what made us.
History has told us the barbaric atrocities of the Conquistadors
"The Aztecs were savages, that is why we had to kill them, slave them
rape their women, convert them into Catholicism in the name of God,
steal their gold and silver, make them forget their language and above all, Govern them."
Now you tell me who were the savages.
History has always been against us
They took everything away from us
Latin America and Africa
I hear the cries of the native people all the time.
I hear the cry of the Mapuche in Chile.
Who are the Mapuche?
No, no, they don't want you to know.
They tell me to forget
But how can I forget something that is still hunting us?
No, no it is not hunting you
because you decided to stay in wonderland.
I feel something inside me that I cannot contain anymore
It is about to explode
my chest is in pain
there are tears on my eyes
I am not a Communist, nor an Anarchist
I don't care about politics anymore
I only care for the suffering of people
Suffering that I can't stop
I am only one against all.
I think, I'm crazy like those people said
I am the only one who feels this way
I am the only one who is not a conformist
I am the only one who rejects Globalization
This feeling. I can't stop it.!
WILL YOU JUST OPEN YOUR EYES.! please!
There is just too much egocentrism, greed and vanity
No, no you can't open your eyes
That is just more powerful than you
No one understands me because of this
my soul is all alone around all these people
Am I happy?
no, no. of course not.
I'm not a Conformist
and for that, people label me as an Insurgent
But an Insurgent kills
and I just want peace
Will I ever be happy?
no, no. Of course not.
but I pray, because I still have hope.
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  • Código: 305882
  • Fecha: 20 de Marzo de 2008
  • Categoría: Sin Clasificar
  • Media: 6.62
  • Votos: 124
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Datos del Autor
Nombre: Cristina Ciranda Bertoni
País: MexicoSexo: Femenino
Fecha de alta: 11 de Junio de 2006
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