Anxiety.
Fear of not knowing what's going on
in spite of not being able to do anything.
We are locked in a loop of time,
no future, no destiny.
Every day the anxiety gets worse,
and I wonder
what can I do?
Nothing.
We collapse before the imminent end,
an uncertain future awaits our door.
We walk,
empty, automatic steps in front of the road.
I watch someone die,
a number,
just one more.
That is what they have made us.
Slaughterhouse animals,
waiting for its imminent end.
Cada día la zozobra arrecia,
y me pregunto
¿qué puedo hacer?
Nada.
Nos desplomamos ante el inminente final,
un futuro incierto aguarda nuestra puerta.
Caminamos,
vacíos, dando pasos automáticos ante el camino.
Observo como muere alguien,
un numero,
solo uno más.
En eso nos han convertido.
Animales de matadero,
esperando su inminente final.
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