Tras La Alambrada

Lost lives of tired people, empty stares that show nothing.
Rain falls on despair, death waits with a smile on its face.
Hundreds of naked men line up, absolute silence surrounds them, terrifying.

The icy wind wipes out possibilities, abstract and invisible predicts truths.
Extermination camp, graveyard of dreams, you hold on and wait for your fate.
Behind the fence, death grins, a twisted laugh.