Early in life I
work very hard.
At nine, I milked cows,
I was carrying food to the workers
and tilled the land.
For three years I worked in a grocery.
At 20 I attended a brothel
where a drunken military nearly killed me.
At 21 I joined the National Police.
At 27 I was hired as a domestic mail.
When I turned 33,
and having been fired
for the purple government,
I became a reporter of a newspaper.
At 39 I was hired for the office of a
religious organization.
Today I have ten years as
pastor of a church.
As you have seen,
I was not a lazy man.
But nevertheless,
despite this life of hard struggles,
nobody assume commitment with me.
Soon I 'll be sixty
five years old but without
medical assistance,
not house
and much less,
a retirement for my life.
It is our country.
Now,
my only hope is the help of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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