The mockery

Perhaps you hear the echo?
From the hard burst of your heartbeats hungry for freedom
For that freedom? if we live in a land without slavery
But we are slaves of other masters of those who seem happy
Perhaps you’ve muted?
In front of the bullet that the justice went through leaving a wound an incurable
that leads to death the souls slaves of falsehood
As you speak to me of freedom,  before silence  for a second entering into you
Previously opening your eyes and watching, listening and stopping in the center of a city and  turn off the noise of your mind and let the veil of your eyes fall
Now you have seen the mockery before your eyes
you feel cheated before facing the  world that as a boy you thought was perfect but with time
It’s  a battlefield.
Sit  down next to me and I’ll tell you a word that enlighten our soul
and maybe we two can light a few more
Give me a minute of your time, the silences of your words so that you can hear me.
Now listen
There is no mockery meanwhile
the real freedom is in our hands

We can choose justice to raise our voices
As soon as we recognize that we are human, imperfect
but perfectly created to recover all that we’re
Everything that makes our souls fly without needing much or little.
This is the freedom I want for all of us.