The black of my eyes glimpse
speechless when the gun ascends
in front of my eyelashes
and the dark of my hair

Greed is the weapon
consumes everything in the land of abuse,
nothing escapes
this great farce

Indifference rose early,
turned on the ambiguous;
fallen to a minuscule state
a bereft citizen, 
senselessly let himself be vexed

Surrounded by merciless faces,
expressions of hatred multiplied a thousandfold,
brothers and family
separated and broken

Night drowns life
with lightning flashes of rancor;
misery drowns the homeland
and the aurora dawns weeping
bearing voices of pain

The earth does not open to sow seeds
it remains open to deposit the prayers of
the mother of a son who has died,
to bury the supplications of the hungry, 
to cover those who no longer have a voice 

We are so different from what we were yesterday.....
in vain were all the things I cried out,
that passed through my fingers
remaining between the folds of some paper

My country, Venezuela,
that some called the branch of heaven,
is dressed in mourning...

©Noris Roberts