Poemas Urbanos-Urban Poetry

At the top of the asphalt, where the glare dazzles, a cold empire was forged, its outlines emerging from the shadows. They signed with their left hand what their right hand betrayed, while beneath the desk a new plan was hatched. They spoke of justice, peace, and brotherhood, but their mark on the map is nothing but pure ferocity.

Violators of treaties, of the letter of the law, and of honor, they sowed the seeds of fear across a thousand lands. They invaded without permission, overthrew without mercy, buying the blessed «freedom» with their bullets. A sovereign state, for them, is a chessboard, where they move the pieces if more money is needed.

They trample on the neighbor who arrived across the border, forgetting that his blood also forged that flag. And to their own citizen, to whom they swear loyalty, they curtail rights, they monitor the truth. Before, it was a whisper, a corridor intrigue, a white-collar coup, or the silencing of the glitter.

But the time for secrecy seems to have expired, and the monster of envy has emerged from its cave. What they once did in the shadows, with discreet engineering, they now impose by force, in broad daylight. Shamelessly and brazenly, flaunting their cynicism, they are pushing us headlong into the abyss.

They no longer seek excuses, they no longer invent reasons why; they feel so powerful that they don’t even care about their own feet. They have shed their disguise, the mask has shattered, and the face of the empire has finally been revealed. «Off with the masks!» they shouted, with their boots on our throats, while the rest of the world, little by little, rises.