The Darkest Of My Dreams | Poetry
The Darkest of my Dreams
Today I walked the streets,
Streets with crowds of people,
Crowds of concerns
And hundreds of sad faces.
Some of us share the wishes
Others share hunger and laziness
In these streets there is only sadness
There's no more, they've taken everything away from us.
We have lost strength
We also feel weak
But we are still us
Those who fight, Those who left.
Today Venezuela is dark
Full of deaths, Full of pain,
But tomorrow we will be free
Someday we will be Nation.
Silverio Armando Linares Torres
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