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In this land...

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In this land I have known the worst of hell,

the most severe punishment; difficult to digest;

inhuman is to feel the splash of so much pain,

seeing a drought of a profound silence

 

Pleas cry out before the crevice of hunger,

with astonishment thorns dig into the eyes of heaven,

tenebrous inequity simulating justice;

difficult to move the stones that stand in the way...

 

The truth is that the value of life has vanished,

respect is blighted

and also the azure of emotions

 

Everything changed and become a morass!

 

With deep regret,

and with one or some other forgotten phrase,

the moon remained silent in face of the horror

that even jolts dawn

 

... And no longer are there roses and fragrances

that revive the peaks of the desolate landscape

 

Everything faded in silence

 

©Noris Roberts

Injustice

◄ Who am I?

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