y me pregunto...donde anda la justicia?
De veraz que es ciega
para la pobreza del pobre
para el hambre del hambriento
para la tristeza del triste...
Se ha tapado los ojos para no ver las injusticias
se cubrio los oidos para no escuchar los llantos
ha enmudecido para no hablar con los despojados
Se ha convertido en una estatua de piedra
que adorna los patios de los abogados...
alli es donde esta, inmovil, fria, insensible.
Mujer al fin!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
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