Each of us does what we can
because we no longer live, we survive as we can
some with soul shattered and in pain
others with skin tanned by the wounds of survival
quartered and mistreated by the harsh and inclement life
marked by the scarcity of everything.
Some with the chest half-opened by a bullet
fired by the hatred that these twenty years have planted
others with their faces covered by the mask of fear
afraid to face their own demons
to get out of themselves and win.
Many accomplices of this barbarism, submissive
eating like dogs from the hand of the tyrant
some with dignity in their pocket making themselves indifferent
others with their hands full of the blood of the people
of the young Venezuelan students who bravely
They left to face their country, but nobody followed them.
People without blood without a soul without pain
Everyone is leading life as best they can
some with pain costs, others with love between their teeth
with death among his anguished eyes
others changing the skin of their worn mask
with the lives of others in their hands
taking the life without mercy to his fellow men
decreeing our death in a happy and perverse way
emissaries of terror, some with their hands on the merchant's shoulder.
Other shoulder crusaders turning their faces to avoid looking
to make themselves unaware of the cruel reality
of scarcity, hunger, death, injustice and misery
that torments us on a daily basis and that does not allow us
for now, to envision a way out of this nightmare.
