Hope my people , my country

Hope my people

" on that sign full day. . .
when the night sky was red. . .
Millions of black butterflies fill the sky. . . thousands of fireflies coloring dark. . .

sign it. . .
drove me to an empty hallway. . .
led me to the dark walls. . .
sides of my country. . .

A piece of white paper. . .
a blue pen. . .
as if to draw this body to approach him. . .
no resistance. . .
let me following what would heart. . .
to create this simple rhyme. . .

This poem is dedicated to you listen. . .
I open the president. . .
I'm not a minister. . .
I'm not an official. . .
let alone state officials
I just want to represent the whisper
of your people really, a heartless whisper

"Mental Revolution"
I hear, your country is frantic with that word as far as I know. . .
revolution means corrected
mental means self character
then, what kind of changes do you want?

have you visited your own country?
Take a look. . .
the plural actors who usurp our rights political actors who neglect their obligations they are the country's rats they know the law they are educated
I am sure of it
but it seems
they think the law is just a game
the path of truth seems to have been
closed above power

if you see it all. . .
are you still convinced of the "Mental Revolution"?
how sure are you?
100%. . . ?
200%. . . ?
or maybe . . . 1000%?

do not you have a mirror?
have you met today?
What do you see ?
not yourself?
It seems. . .
same with this problem
if your actors do not stop the action,
then do not blame your successor!
because we will reflect on you. . .

therefore . . .
Come on with your actors!
get them up! so they see the world!

Come on. . .
change your pattern of view!
look at us!
we just want to realize your intentions.
so that the "Mental Revolution"
becomes real
not just a crib!

My country. . .
clean white paper tub but now. . .
it appears to be outdated
because you leave it alone
the least you do not touch it] just to
carve out the achievement
goods sacuil. . .

my dear country. . .
my country is unfortunate
now you are outdated. . .

but it's okay
You remain a beloved country
the land of my birth calm down. . .

let us help clean
we will gather strength
to blow the dust on it
we will find immediately blue ink
so this nation gets its place
like a new scratch. . .