Héctor Collado (Panama)
fit in my house.
But hatred claim their spaces and the orphaned
requires its share
of death.
whole world fear
the shade is installed
In the corner destined to rot .... Solidarity
night,
last Brothers, Crouching
dawn,
Surprised by the miracle of life
at noon.
All
world grudge Rainin
Bursting,
Killing ... How far, O Lord, how long?
All the hate in the world fits in a bullet.
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