Our distant cousins are the apes,
And our future cousins are angels,
Two different species: absorbed and reflected,
The borders that we have created to separate,
As long as we look at the race, color and the evils,
We will be selfish to guard and protect our land piece,
When we look beyond the borders the skin and language,
We are just the inhabitants, stranded here,
Not during the time of piety and pilgrimage,
But with every temptation that exhibit it’s,
Manicured nails to hook our feeble hearts,
Suffering is not felt here, as everyone welcome,
The terrible period of sickness and the drought,
We are the best bothered species, voluntarily,
Get hallucinated with the love of touch and chemicals,
Let the ills are hidden behind the curtains,
Tranquilize them, so we can continue with our tantrums,
Our grandmother was an ape with beautiful lips,
Our great grandchildren will be the angels,
with filthy mouth and inherited diseases,
their heaven may be lost during our pursuit,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
apes and angels, beautiful.