A city, rotten from its roots,
Roots made out of broken hearts,
Broken hearts waiting for Time, to let them heal,
But time isn’t healing them.
A city rotten from its roots,
Roots made out of old traumas,
Traumas waiting for Time, to let them be forgotten,
But time isn’t forgetting them.
A city, rotten from its roots,
Roots made out of humiliations
Humiliations waiting for Time, to let them be overcome,
But time isn’t overcoming them.
A city rotten from its roots
Roots that ignore a growing innocence,
Innocence waiting for Time, to make it heal broken
hearts,
Innocence waiting for Time, to make it forget traumas,
Innocence waiting for Time, to make it overcome
humiliations,
This time, Time is growing innocence, into its own
city grand savior,
An savior for all the citizens, innocence will be.
Poem written by me, Elvis Ortega.
