Continentes

An overwhelming ego, with ghosts lurking
Feeling some pain
Trapped between dilemmas and desires, objecting every decision
Regardless of anyone or their situation... Where the sun never rises

Not even life, I'm 'fighting' against the tension
While worlds explode without an explanation
To tragedies
Immersing myself in fiction
While thousands die

Seeking movements... More violent
To make their voice heard
To make them die thinking of true efforts
Not of waste with no intention, no direction

Cold and calculating, a reinforced system
Focusing attention
Determined to celebrate every millennium, squandering without limitation
Regardless of the world around... Where there is no celebration

Continents submerged in the sea
Only cries of hope
Of nations buried in misery, agonizing
That no one here wants to see or hear
Strong challenging speeches
Memories of a distant voice, which is just a voice
Not the shield or tool
To keep their illusion alive

Seeking movements... More violent
To make their voice heard
To make them die thinking of true efforts
Not of waste with little intention, no direction