Tints Poem by Sirlanio Jorge Dias Gomes

In addition to soul,
I dressed in color,
Tones of humanity,
In every bit of me,
Plurality in marked faces,
By faith in their tonalities,
Antagonism of silent wounds,
Stained with blood and tears,
In the chaos of wars in their judgments;
In their stifled cries,
Dilating the flesh in his honor,
Under the gaze of hope,
Longing for a hand to rise,
In the midst of the unbelieving multitude,
And call the dissidents,
May they see death in their robes,
In the funeral procession of the immortals,
Putrid fratricidal Eloquents,
In his greedy perfidies,
In forgetting their truths,
In faithful graves destinations,
Beyond soul.