People from all over the world, maybe my words are worthless,
and the wind will blow them away,
but a word can be more powerful than a rain of bullets.
Because a word: said, or not said;
whispered, or shouted can unleash a revolution.
Because when words come, they can wake you up.
Wake you up from the lies,
transfigured in universal truth that bombards tirelessly the brains.
The state of reason is the alibi of the visionaries,
to bury justice accomplices of an ambition contaminated in the artifice of reality.
Don’t stop clamoring for your rights,
because silence is absence,
like a light in the darkness that shows us what is not there.
There are corrupt politicians that muzzle consciences,
and violate justice with the black pride of death.
Street fills up with innocents bodies of adolescents, and adults gunned.
“Freedom!” “Peace!” “Protesting is not a crime!”– It’s what Venezuelan people say,
protesting on the streets with eyes full of rage, impotence, and pain.
We lost innocence, sense of wonder, faith in the future.
We lost the initiative, the hunger for progress,
and the desire to change what needs to change.
Glances that deviate, from the infamous tragedy
while the night darkens the memory.
And some of them deceive the ear that despises the chained
screams of desperation, drowning the murmurs,
that freezes in an iceberg of injustices.
And some others transiting confused on the streets,
in the hours of fear.
And others embrace the shame that it is alien to them.
Don’t give up!
Because a disenchanted generation
is a legion of
a living dead.