I live in dictatorship
My imprisoned dreams
Chains of oppression subjugate my desires
I'm living in a historical moment to which I wouldn't want to belong
I've watched the barbarism since I was born
I don't know peace
The "revolution" tries tirelessly to put an end to who I am
I kill the dreams of thousands of companions I weep on today
Comrades who fought to break the chains
For freeing your dreams, mine, everyone's
I mean, it's all over, but it's not
Today the death of my warriors does not achieve our freedom
The death of your dreams didn't liberate mine
The dictator's selfishness kills every breath of hope
I fight, I persist and I don't give up
If we surrender... What do we have left?
I live in dictatorship
That continues to annihilate much of my soul
But another part is still alive
And it will continue to be
Because I'm not used to not having wings
I need them, I need to fly
And as long as that part lives on there's hope
That your dictatorship
You don't exist anymore
Yesterday I tried to write a poem in honor of all the young people who died fighting against the dictatorship in Venezuela and yes, I call it a dictatorship because it is not normal for me for a government to murder its young people and make half the population flee. I ended up turning the poem into something different because emotionally I couldn't finish what I had started. I'm not a poet, but poetry is the expression of feelings, and it lets me take out these kinds of feelings so that they don't remain imprisoned in me. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Note: Today in Venezuela is the envestiture of Nicolas Maduro not as president, as dictator.
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