Original poetry: "Lost shoes", by bonzopoe
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Lost shoes
that allowed me to scare away my nightmares,
giving birth to sparks
that illuminated my path with their ephemeral light,
in this world of lost shoes
that orphans go rolling through the streets.
of the student who protested in the streets,
of the mother who was looking for her disappeared son,
of the soldier who rebelled to the order to shoot
and laid down his arms.
that without fail would turn on again
despite the tear gas,
despite the pressurized water tanks,
despite the rubber bullets.
anticipating the separation,
the abandonment product of the race for life
when protesting against death.
and be again the refuge of the just
and support of the weak.
Shine today, hope,
and don't let me be one more shoe
lost in the streets of ignominy.
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