Underworld
's face in the city smoke
deorbit
desolation and wearing a rictus of tragedy.
wall of silence deepens cracks
oligarchic each corner for a piece
unpunished. This underworld
survivors
that surround injured
are living dead
decreed by the firing of corrupt.
The workers, teachers, retirees
, the faceless ...
drag chains that cleave their flesh if they try to scream
justice.
Children, who have ties to laugh
flowers in their hands,
today, a sad anemic
load their backpacks with the spine of hunger.
Xenia Mora. poet born in Tacna, Peru, Argentina nationalized. Reside in the province of Mendoza. A founding member of the workshop literary La Colmena. Collaborates in the journal "Transparencies , Almeria, Spain, where he has also composed three anthologies. His poetry can be read on several websites: The voice of the kite, Poetry Short, Navedapalavra, Infomujer and Poetry corporation, among others. The poet constructs his verse concerned about what he has to communicate with emergency-which does-using a simple language accessible to everyone. Although she possessed a large poetic work, to date no published his first book.
