Hungrybirthday to You

Today, is a super special Date!
for me because I`m alive
but happy? No...
Unhappy; Yes!
because the goal is "Survive".

In any city of this Beautiful Country that is Venezuela -or what's remains of she-
right now a baby is coming into light, or darkness? -another word should I say?-
but the Truth can`t be hide with a finger, neither with a bone because our finger look like bones now
the cold are getting more cold, and the Sun is turning more Hot, shoes are dissapearing from foots
and rolling out there, are empty now the school Yellow Bus

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Thrash is the kingdom to come
and the fight for such kingdom
is between brothers and neighbors
cousins, milicians and sailors...

While the big One Fat, at the far stage with music sounds
Dance with her wife while the music cover the bang-bang of gunshots.
blood in the street and a smile in his face is that we all day we have
while tons of people walk miles to get to work because no gasoline
there is no line; from years at the home phone
So they who with luck ran from this beautiful world years ago
now with the Family cannot, it impossible to be in touch
Neither using sign of clouds like our ancestors
because the wind nothing left behind now

The kids aren't all right
The 3 meals is near to the impossible to achieve
they wont obtain force to play basket and jump high
with no lies! sometimes 1 meal at day is a miracle...
For Gods Sake, When will end this spectacle!?
in wich such victims are You and me, and soon our kids...
with too much words and words on one side and another side
there is no a close end to this...

is a sad day today in wich we do all live
still alive is a sad time
captains getting murdered by think different?
boys getting blind by hands of cops while they smile?
and beside Trash, now reign the silence too
crossing fingers to not to be tomorrow You
who because of ask for freedom You get free but not your body hence Your Soul
and then the excuse won't be that has called to You the Lord

is a shame on me, who what is now pushing me to write this stuff here
instead of pretty though arise while fingers move through keyboard
the hate is vibrating, the sadness is vibrating, and the wrath is birthdating
and the willingness to write the Truth, will eclipse the original sun
with all of this feelings to spread the word; Right Now The More Heardable:

Madurooooooooooooooooo Coñoetumaaaaaaaaaaadreeeeeeeeeeeeee.