THE END
I can see an ocean in my heart...
An ocean? Yes. An ocean of tears.
World is broken. All is broken...
There is no respect among the people.
Love is forgotten. Nobody gets to live.
A deep hole increased all the pain.
And this deep hole lives inside the souls.
No remorse. Hunger kills. Thirst fulminates.
Proud is the sugarcane liquor of bad.
The children fight in the wars. Panic!
The smile died among the disasters of the life.
The last resource, the cry, burned the hope.
The space is covered by sadness. Cowardice!
What does have left? Nothing, absolutely.
In the fields there are only dead bodies. No flower!
By Ivan de Oliveira Melo
