Cain

Cain, what have you done to your brother
Cain, your hands are dirty
Cain, what stinks in your conscience
that you can't sleep and time weighs on you.
Cain, I don't judge your madness
you bought misfortune with your mistake
perhaps the lineage that engenders you
comes from rage and misery.
Cain, what have you done to your brother
you did it to keep his flock
Cain, I don't expect you to explain to me
I just don't understand what you did.

Cain, you attended the academy
of military and strategic degree
finally you found yourself among the troops
your skin is green, as well as your clothes.
Cain, what do you feel when
the rage of the rifle explodes on a face
then you discover it was a child
but he got in your way.
Cain, what have you done to your brother
it wasn't your decision, it was taken from you
Cain, what will your children think
if any are left alive in this chain.

Cain, back to the camp
surely you'll be more than a sergeant
and may your head rest
may the homeland crown your nobility.
Cain, what do you dream when you sleep
I bet it's about hiding places and snakes
could it be that on the edge of a knife
your life overflows and diminishes.
Cain, don't feel guilty
you subdued the rebel, the untamable
Cain, the humble hut that burns
has only been a strategy error.