Bloodthirsty
An old dictionary
Like those in which God speaks
And forgets you
Lonely

It does not matter
Know what you've done
Jail knife
In the neck again

All piled up
A saint with a mouse
Tight under there
Trampled heart

Has my time run out?
I don't even know
Want to know...
By my count, it's been another month

How many were the books?
The word of Jesus
Kills so much there
Dress cap and hood

Forgiveness does not exist
For a man who is holy, innocent
Victim is the poor
Just another delinquent

I open up a cell door
I hear the sound of your pain
I smell revenge
The agony, the taste

Places like this
Cry our mistakes
Bleed the horrors
Drown the future
Ignore our flowers

Know how it is
Every nasty rule
Necessary for life
Penitent status

With very attentive eyes
Closed mouth, crossroads
I don't know, I haven't seen
Here comes another trap

Skinny bodies, fat screams
Strong odor, persistent
Hunger is virile
Fearless and recurring

Indecipherable vocabulary
Trickster slang
Through life dodging
And you? Please,
Someone I can trust

Whole torso scar
Blood very viscous,
A little confused gaze
Impetuous hatred

Drop falls from the rain
At the dungeon watchman
Turned into a prisoner's cry
Before he even dies

In the cage just shiver
Intermittent fever
HIV, tuberculosis, pneumonia and rubella
Wronged man, black from the favela

I remember the diary
The composition of a prisoner
Abandonment, misery, hate
Suffering, contempt, disillusionment, Action of time
I add anguish, rancor
To recite an oath

Tired of waiting
What could happen
I better take care of myself
And see another dawn

Incessant high
I already know what will happen
Blood spilling
Slaughter time

Regret the youth
Disdain and derision
White dove shot
Who really wants peace?

There is not enough time
No apology or forgiveness
Social pathos
Wash your soul with soap

No remorse nor heartbreak
Say goodbye, kneel
Get ready to die
The bullet is unfair,
There is one for you

I look by my side
I see the face of death
A look of despair
Oh my God,
Don't count on luck.

Mother's tears
Remember is necessary
111 dead
In a country without a glossary



-------- Rodrigo Koraicho