Niños de plástico

Plastic Kids

Plastic kids
play erratically
dreams to live,
and in an erratic
wandering
they consume themselves again,
in the static
sympathetic world
that they are given to choose.
They lie, they lie,
what a way to lie.
It's not the world I want
or the sky I hope for
I can't live like this.
In colorful 'sachets'
they sell us 'loves'
and we all say: YES.
They lie, they lie,
what a way to lie.
They lie, they lie,
what a way to lie.