Born in Another Time

Murderous dictatorship
Drowning me
that does not informed on the birth forecasts

And nobody will save you on the new race coast
so I’m running to your static past
but there I discover dynamic dictator
Generals sits in the pit along with the political language

And who will save the theological poetry
Here come the prophetic gangs of racist letters
Praying for the aid of our corpses

The poem was first published on “Art Politica

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