Je me souviens
Finally on your land
border less Indians'
fenced by the Gringo.
And the facts…
You are peach
with colours
soft outside
with smiles
pretend, full of lies…
desert-dark
centre cave; has no light
you have a huge rock.
No roof and no shelter
no bed and no respect
children remember…
what is carved by chisel.
Don't wonder!
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