With full stomachs we sleep hungry, and with bloody fists we fight for peace.
With soiled mouths we pray,
and with the finest words we slay.
At the peak of our humanity, we developed a cure to everything but to the nostalgia for our beastitude.
We speak of noble pursuits like the heirs of truth, and erect gallows to celebrate justice.
We mapped our roads with the trials of history and hit them with the promises of the future
yet, we still haven’t learnt how to breathe without trying to own the air and each other’s lungs.