Although everything is colored in an open messages
Their mandates of gods leave us sad
We would like to live the day promised
They just reinvented pleasures but the pain remains.
We are animals carried to its extinction
In from of the poison that falls into oceans
As the industrial blood of a dying paradise that has
Its machine-gunned forest and transitory glaciers.
Who turned me into a number since before I was born?
The one that snatches my guts with planetary hands
And cheats me on having believed that I dominate this sphre?
These gods are covered with mysterious veils
They go down from Olympus only to collect tribute
All those that dominate hide their eyes to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem