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Peace

True peace does not come by decree,
with a rushed signature
on an elegant sheet
stained with blood,
nor in halls of icy marble;
it arrives hand in hand with freedom


©Noris Roberts

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We Have Become 

We have become opaque crystals of deceit,
selling lies disguised as truth,
as false prophets do
We have become a torrent of ingrates,
arrogant in every way,
speaking unintelligible words
to take advantage of others
We have become corrupt egoists
with long tentacles of greed
and unbridled ambition;
mere narcissists, seeking only
our own satisfaction
We have lost our way,
like leaves fl...

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Laws

A nation flooded with laws is condemned by power,
which adapts and manipulates them
to its convenience and fancy
Laws
A nation overburdened with laws is condemned
by the rulers who use them to control and punish
those who do not conform and do not accept to kneel
When the fate of the people
is placed in the hands of a few,
the lives of millions hang in the balance,
and the glow of nihili...

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Oh, my homeland

Oh, my homeland
I don't know how to define you,
whether it is your land or your people,
some abstract idea
or those who now are absent

Oh, my homeland
you died from lack of conscience,
an unusual detachment;
they sold your freedom for coins
that today do not even pay
your burial with of grace

Those of us who loved you
and in fact we still do,
are left in limbo,
in deep agony,
th...

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I don't know...

I don't know if the poet's dreams are inert,

if dishonesty surpasses the truth

 

I don’t know If before that twilight

the hours paused 

and their shrieks burst out

 

I grope my way along the road,  

finding a dungeon at every step;

the voice of hatred surrounds me like fire

taking root very close to me...

 

I don't know what I want to be and for what;

in what...

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