LA PAZ ES UN MITO? Poem by Roger Casanatan
PEACE IS IT A MYTH? (English translation)
Que es la paz ? Pregunto, que es la paz ? Cuándo nació ? Do se encuentra ? Nació como paliativo a todas las desgracias ?
Brota en cada piel ...
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Peace is a myth?
That's the peace? He asked, " what is peace? When were you born? Do you feel? Born as a palliative to all misfortune?
Sprouts in every skin in a variety of races?
Grows numb between protests and cries?
See you in the face famished anguish by shortage of food, every step stumbles in rocks of corruption and injustice.
Behold worldwide stale rotten morals and ethics.
Nivea tunic drying children's tears every day.
We all feel the body to absorb all the bloods, with superfluous words heal their agony. Oh foolish humanity clapping to drums and trumpets don't celebrate the birth of peace, but to incite rage of war.
Peace is born and currently resides in ourselves, but in every blinking pretend to ignore. We believe the bastard daughter of value offering hopelessness.
On occasion I wrote: Peace with the dead feeds the war?
Poor sister peace, to live as a servant of the war.
Why never a hero of peace?
That dastardly eagerness to immortalize a idol miserable!
Jesus said :"peace I leave you, peace I give unto you" twenty centuries later that peace has no comfort.
If it's a myth consciousness, peace is a chimera, the war will exist until the land?
And the children of the future inherit terrifying cataclysm?
Brothers of the world, peace is not a myth, it is our own weakness don't want him to deal with, also our own crimes.
(C) Roger Casanatan
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PEACE IS IT A MYTH? (English translation)
Que es la paz ? Pregunto, que es la paz ? Cuándo nació ? Do se encuentra ? Nació como paliativo a todas las desgracias ?
Brota en cada piel ...
See more
Peace is a myth?
That's the peace? He asked, " what is peace? When were you born? Do you feel? Born as a palliative to all misfortune?
Sprouts in every skin in a variety of races?
Grows numb between protests and cries?
See you in the face famished anguish by shortage of food, every step stumbles in rocks of corruption and injustice.
Behold worldwide stale rotten morals and ethics.
Nivea tunic drying children's tears every day.
We all feel the body to absorb all the bloods, with superfluous words heal their agony. Oh foolish humanity clapping to drums and trumpets don't celebrate the birth of peace, but to incite rage of war.
Peace is born and currently resides in ourselves, but in every blinking pretend to ignore. We believe the bastard daughter of value offering hopelessness.
On occasion I wrote: Peace with the dead feeds the war?
Poor sister peace, to live as a servant of the war.
Why never a hero of peace?
That dastardly eagerness to immortalize a idol miserable!
Jesus said :"peace I leave you, peace I give unto you" twenty centuries later that peace has no comfort.
If it's a myth consciousness, peace is a chimera, the war will exist until the land?
And the children of the future inherit terrifying cataclysm?
Brothers of the world, peace is not a myth, it is our own weakness don't want him to deal with, also our own crimes.
(C) Roger Casanatan
All rights reserved
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