There’ll be days of thin killing air,
along with thirst, hunger, and nightmare.
Minutes of hope, hours of despair,
months of dope, years of dare.
There’ll be nights with no star above,
and no eye around to guide the dove.
There’ll be nights without music and dance,
thanks to human long-lasting arrogance.
(*) JERRY MILL é membro-fundador da ARL (Academia Rondonopolitana de Letras)
