The vultures steadily gather in the sky
Circling round and round the dying corpse
Waiting and calling out to other vultures
Soon the feast will begin
As the storm grow stronger by the minute
The Hurricanes ready to destroy the landscape
Shall we watch helplessly as time ticks by
These giant marauders and fearless beasts
One after one they march to the square
Each one his argument valid in his sight
Who shall save the sons of men
From the gladiators of the political arena
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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