People of continuous walking
with walking again
the same streets of a century ago.

The bartering of food products
makes its appearance in the streets
with voices of despair.

Now people are turning towards the sun
since sunrise
with the face like a bayonet
and they carry death on their shoulders.

I look increasingly dark
with indisputable willpower
facing the future of my children
that they had to emigrate
and an uncertain future of my grandchildren.

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