No Pares

Shaking in misery,
executioner with no past,
searching in the present
for nothing to find.
Amidst the inertia
every day there are fewer
who survive this sick reality.

Mixed in the grave,
trading until blood spills
in the black market
of impunity,
where they taught us
to always stay silent,
if you protest, the bullets will always come...

Don't ever stop running,
your freedom isn't that big (you know today)
there are no codes for this law
those who killed know (you know well)