Anesthetized world,
Against all the burning wounds.
Symptom without emotion,
That only appears in science fiction.
Displaced from reality,
Everyone is lost in guilt.
As each one are hurt in expressions,
There’s no time for complete changes.
Trapped in a box,
Covered with nasty rain.
An empty feeling walks by,
Meanwhile a grey cloud covers it all...
Antidote without greed!
A free speech for all the human being!
Can we be free?
Or just pretending to be?
André Castro
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