Víctima

The sun doesn't warm equally on all heads
if not, ask the one under our foot

Millions of thousands of millions of wires
of fences of papers and offenses
of border uniforms of flags
and other shit
of money destined so you don't bother
the kind eyes of the beasts
you are the sin of the human race like all the landless

Marked with a single finger
marked following your footsteps
marked they never leave you
marked at the same station

They have given birth to you on the other side of the line in that part where there is nothing
because after the looting the law of scorched earth is applied
in a boat and a lot of desire as many as people in the water
the only goal to reach the beach standing or lying down

Victim victim, victim and what?
victim victim it shows on your skin
victim victim let the net fall
to prevent you from moving your arms
to cut your smooth flight

No no the sun doesn't warm equally under our foot

Only people like you, the evicted, know the danger of the game
you will be one more of the thousands taken by any plague
not of mosquitoes but of rifles, machetes, and axes
of white skulls of hunger and misery

Victim victim...

No no, it doesn't warm the same...