You know that poetry
It is not going to end the Tyrant.
The Neros of History
They laugh at the Homers.
Do you want the poem to give the Tyrant
sticks,
but the poem has been hitting him since
centuries ago
and the strongest Tyrant
and worse.
The people do not believe in poetry
which is the usual Cassandra,
the people believe in journalists
-emissaries of Xerxes-
and that's how you woke up
with the head asleep
and the bad news
that the Tyrant still smiles and sings
the ancient lessons of the East
the nocturnal songs of the West,
and that's how luck goes
hitting the bone of life
removing one by one
the teeth of joy.
Because there was not a poem that did not warn you
the dark blood of the Tyrant,
the dead birds that he carries in his soul,
but the people do not believe in poetry,
They dance and sing under the Tyrant's bedroom
who draws the fire serpent with his hand
about the Romans.