FREEDOM AND LOVE
If I bring a libertarian hope,
My feet go tied in currents.
Freedom sometimes reckless,
Obtained with the blood of other people.
The fights, deaths, in the agrarian reform,
The cry of the hungry, discontented;
Her dark and bloody side
Open wounds in various, other fronts.
Freedom, utopian hope,
In the wars prevented by the spear
Marked by death and terror,
Pounces like a scream in madness,
Appearing in decay, as fine crystal,
Just as an ally, the good of love.
MARCOS LOURES
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