Cubes of Certainty
Yesterday , I woke up frozen
In sorrow cubes
Scattered on the ground
To trample underfoot
The certainty of sprouts
Rooted in the fear of crowd
That is sorry , tired
Of the designs of a dream
Of peace and freedom
Embedded in the pulley
Of brotherhood acts
Today , I woke up frozen
In cubes of certainty
Which the sun no longer melts
Even if elevated
At higher temperature
The reality of the scourge
In cubes of certainty
I will face the sober of the whip
Copyright © Alberto Secama | Year Posted 2015
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