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