Walking along the streets of the immense darkness, I sit a very big emptiness, for the human stupidity, some persons even they nor think already, and in zombies they have turned. Already the condition dominates them in his total dictatorship, they try to evade the danger but already it is too much late, shouting to four winds, they ask that someone them helps, because the dreg in the one that they are put in too deeply. Nobody listens to the groan of weeping and of pain, slaves of his own stupidity, ignoramuses start despairing deaf, mute, without brain, without ears, irrational without brain it is the state dictatorship.
Without forces to fight against hostile individuals, laws that are never fulfilled, alone deceits formed, written by dictators say that they fulfill them, But leave me to say to them, neither justice, nor peace, nor right to the health, nothing of it is fulfilled. I am called them greedy, sovereign wolves of the land, which oppressing to the nation, power is the only thing that wants, so much politically, territorial and economically. Attentive to the trumpets that resound in the fields, they weep for blood of sadness, for the corruption of the world, strolling in the streets, me a cold wind breathes heavily, making me know of something, which with injustice they executed. Servitude and famine, every day it is what we see, people without water die, through the fault of awkward, integral excuses of the condition they say, that there is no money, live saying deceits, of.
AUTHOR DE THE PHRASE: Mark Twain
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