Forty Years

Forty years I see my country falling.
Forty years I see my people drowning.
Working more and more just to survive,
Struggling more and more to stay alive.

I! Hate! What we have become.
I! Hate! All that has been done.
I wait The day the revolt comes.
I wait.

Forty years I see the TV lying.
Forty years I see these people trying.
To make us believe the past is over,
To make us believe this is forever.

Tired of corruption.
Tired of repression.

Honesty scorned.
Gangsters on the loose.



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Writer(s): David Rincón
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