A child dies of hunger
People live on the streets
Old man begs for charity
Little Juan right here doesn’t have a mom
Because she died of an STD
Each day a soul passes away
It’s your entire fault
You don’t deserve this job.
Four animals seat on a table
Trying to play a role
But all they do is exchange some money
Behind our backs
Until their pockets are full.
How can you live with this guilt?
Doesn’t it devour your inner self?
Oh, my mistake you don’t have a heart
To care for your own people.
Ysmael Campos 