About the Poem
A country guy wonders about the strange sense of "Comfort" he found in the City, getting to the point where he finds out these people as "deshumanized" ones. At the end, a hint and some friendly advice.
This poem was written on a napkin, on April 28, 1990 in a MacDonald´s located in a Mall in Panama City.
|by Edilberto González-Trejos
your human nature,
you become a creature
so much like a pawn.
your own device,
a tide of vice.
A cloud of cold
gides the Truth
under the Foot
of what you
haven´t been told.
Face the Sun,
have some fun
as a creature
proud of his
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