Men
have deceived us, the poor.
People
of good nature, pure hearts,
For
a greed that they lust more.
Distorted
are they, by ideals,
Not
in keeping with love.
Their
hearts have rotted away,
Morality
and truth, turned to dust.
Then
comes a challenging hero,
A
warrior taking on their might.
Someone
driven by true compassion,
To
show how unjustified these lies.
Only
lier's and supporters of deceit,
Would
see this passion a crime.
The
damage they have wrought,
Will
go on way beyond his time.
See
the two-faced give a smile,
To
belie the acts of violence.
Things
they ordered under-cover,
So
their greed would go unknown.
What
cowards are these leaders,
To
deny others' human rights.
When
they order soldiers, “Open fire!”
Thank
you Bradley Manning and Julian Assange,
For
bearing the mantle of hope.
To
show the world their trickery,
From
the darkness in which we grope.
Battle
on, not feared as they,
Your
goodliness shall shine on through.
The
day shall come for your victory,
Camino Agost 2013poema
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Necesario encontre entonces un recurso
en el interior d un dulce mecanismo con resorte
fantasmaa y por un momento mantuve una nota con heroico y secreto recorrido en aire y polvo izeberg sumergido.Un punto quieto cincelado en dos.No pense entonces en todos los poemas y memorias en centimetros de humedad y viento y acuatico reflejo intuyendo la densidad fe un segundo grave.
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I'm sorry but I am having difficulty translating your poem so far.
My thoughts are also of fond memories.
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