naked created by the eyes
bonded with mother nature, in a space of time
with all the creature it exist
until the hurried defenseless says goodbye
all voices heard
without mercy
ramble into pieces, for man's glory
and honor the world denuded
it's nothing but only dust, receive devour
leaves something for the future
return the silver coins that
touches the wound and show respect to the
vagabond
the future looks better if the heart
is empty...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem