I saw the viridescent cordillera;
But my home was sacked;

I gazed at the radiant macaws
But my power and water cut;

I wondered at the sapphire waters
But the government silenced me;

I marveled the kaleidoscopic streams
But the kidnappers beat me;

I glimpsed the dunes soar into the sky
But my television censored;

I observed the virgin snow drop
But my lifesaving medicine disappeared;

I viewed the orchids blossoming
But the hunger scraped my hollow cheeks;

I noticed the infinite fabled plains
But the soldier tortured me;

I watched the water falling angels
But the bullet pierced my skull;

I imagined the empyrean peace
But this time, I went to the streets.

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