Survivors

Survivors

We live in an incoherent way,
indecent,
decadent,
Once the promise of the New Order,
That misaligned the planetary orbits,
We are the advent
Of a youth without puberty,
Precocious,
That doesn't match
With reality,

Who knows, the wind blows,
Like the singing of the bird,
Capital ravages us
For the sake of our share
And our answer

What will we be to the social?
We ask,
What answer will I give society?
In the same way or another,
Will we survive?