something is going on
in my country
it is this killing of my
brothers and even sisters and
fathers, and mothers too and
do not exclude the children,
and so i went up there in the palace
and ask someone closer to the king
who is a friend of mine
and he said, it is just the beginning
and there is no point worrying for
we are killing the criminals and they
must hide where they are now
for to the utmost we are still pursuing
them, till hell,
pretending satisfaction i left the palace
still frightened, and the question keeps
coming back,
'by the way, who are these criminals? '
simple answer: they are on the list.
and what is the list?
answer: it is confidential.
what a life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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