ON THE HILL OF RUINS

My tears dried up when I began to commit sins, In the furnaces of misery, my dreams were consumed. In the darkness of my impure soul, love committed suicide. I look at humanity with the dilated pupils of an undocumented illegal immigrant. I have dark skin like my deported ancestors. In my bruised heart burn the flames of freedom, equality and fraternity. Under the weight of carnivorous chains, my ancestors suffered for centuries, so that I would never desecrate my identity. The tortures of the slave trade and slavery are etched in my tormented mind. In the darkness of the ruins that humans revere, I wander like a living dead in search of eternity. The ephemeral pleasures of this polluted Earth did not dominate me. I love life with the murderous impulses of a drug addict who knows that one day death will liberate. An ocean of tears to drown this procession of hidden dramas.