Hometown Poem
The city with the most beautiful women in the world.
A paradise of red roofs.
Fierce as a white shark with the pointy teeth waiting for action, persistent as a child learning to walk.
Under the majestic protection of Waraira Repano, which is still admired and longed for by its people with enthusiasm.
Now, she is the witness in the first row of human barbarism.
Today you are a city of contrasts.
Under the distrust, fear all over, under the insecure hand of destiny.
My hometown, where I can not go back.
Now tell me you are corrupt and I believe them, for I have seen mayors under the mask of hipocresy and lie.
Tell me you are conflict and I answer "Yes, it is true because I have seen the cruelest clashes between its honest citizens and the National Guard".
Tell me you are creepy and my reply is "On the streets, I have seen the paviment painted with the most intense red after a bullet".
My hometown, how much have you changed, and I can not go back.
A paradise of red roofs.
Fierce as a white shark with the pointy teeth waiting for action, persistent as a child learning to walk.
Under the majestic protection of Waraira Repano, which is still admired and longed for by its people with enthusiasm.
Now, she is the witness in the first row of human barbarism.
Today you are a city of contrasts.
Under the distrust, fear all over, under the insecure hand of destiny.
My hometown, where I can not go back.
Now tell me you are corrupt and I believe them, for I have seen mayors under the mask of hipocresy and lie.
Tell me you are conflict and I answer "Yes, it is true because I have seen the cruelest clashes between its honest citizens and the National Guard".
Tell me you are creepy and my reply is "On the streets, I have seen the paviment painted with the most intense red after a bullet".
My hometown, how much have you changed, and I can not go back.
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