Yellow Suns
From me the rotting viscera were taken
Along with the wounds of a crazed world
Once poisoned by the kings of the provinces
And hurt by the tormented giants
There is no cure where real madness predominates
The madman can not scream when his mind overpowers him
Remains are leftovers, and what remains for insects?
Which by far come close to our hegemony
The unsustainable reason of a human being
That with your attachment, appeal, appreciation
It pays its price for its inevitable ignorance
That since childhood builds its castles
And draws yellow suns
Wishing one day to be happy
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