In this land...
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