Poem | Help

Help.

^{Cries from a collapsed country,
their children cry out in surrender,
looking for war,
live an albor.}

^{Cries of voices that burn,
Running around,
screaming and moaning,
waiting and suffering at salvation.}

^{Small creatures die,
between hunger and misery,
without a word,
just say goodbye.}

^{Venezuela,
land in tragedy,
He gets tired in silence,
between the cold suspense of your great help.}