Poem: A Child (translation of Un Niño)
(translation of Un Niño)
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
…Our planet offers so much abundance.
Anything superfluous and dispensable, we discard.
Our “love” is a native of Hell
because it doesn’t feel the misery in the world.
Instead, we steal the earth’s wealth and abundance.
A fragile child staggers.
She falls and curls up, suffering.
A desperate mother falls upon her,
murdered by the world that let her die.
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