THE NEW PROMETHEUSES
Dreadful times,
the living with parts of others.
Living dead, the living stealing.
Dead who bury the living.
Far from divine mandates,
fear of dying, living without end,
life at any price.
Made of scraps of others,
they live in patches,
borrowed life.
Dread of life,
in evil,
times
to die.
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In loving memory of JULIA GRANDE GONZALEZ. We pray for her soul and hope she rests in peace
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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