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I was born a poet

I was born a poet  
In the time of flowers and handwritten letters  

Already making rhymes with pens  
A poet of romantic verses  
When love was pure emotion  

I was born a poet  
In the age when neighbors shared  
The TV, raising children, and the matapa stew  

A poet of the family era  
I was born a naïve poet  
Of friendships that were not fleeting  
Now liquidated and cheap in social  
Networks without real communities  
Lacking values, identities, and personalities  

But as a poet, I keep writing  
Of this love that is slowly fading  
In values, behind our backs  
But these are not moral values  
Nor are these backs thresholds  
They are monetary values  
They are backs heated with flames  
Of power, pride, and the arrogance of the boss god  
Crowned by the gods of supremacy

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