Small town

Great sun of Ecuador
Way through the confines of the Milky Way
Still not light up
Reason for this city.
Barely grown, peace already devours us.
Monsters in the labyrinths, discouragement.
Revealing the ugly face of distress,
In the sad look of your perverted girls
Selling weak body now in droves,
Even without breasts on street corners.
While parading along the contempt
Of illicit wealth of safe public
The fortunes smuggling.

Cries the edges on the beach
The neglect your children
By fucking in nature and kind.
Weep thy shame and grief,
For dirty water that always arises,
As infected blood
Poured in your veins.

That false illustrious
Hearts insincere
Weave into your website!
Who to believe insults and masks
And disfigures your geography?
Who demeans your letters
And your land is appropriated?

Who disposes of your souls,
edify the Palace
By pageantry guise of buffs?
Who imposes unmerit spaces
Without democracy?
What policy of the past and now
sold pieces of your soul?
What made you rivers, wetlands,
Of life, peace, the squares,
Small town of thieves?
That green have removed the eternal!
What a lovely mask hastily
Hidden on the coast
Your inner suffering!