Ok, I know that you all aren't that fond of poetry. But I will proceed nonetheless through the groans of agony.
Desafío
And there is no time to think,
As the cogs and gears, they slowly clink
And the workings of all that we are,
Are tightly bound, and forced taut,
Until we are nothing more, ground naked, bare,
And the suffocation of mindless hours,
Spent in darkness, time no longer ours,
And as this body does sadly toil,
As a creature of simple subservience,
This weary existence will, to naught embroil.
And as to dust, we are worked,
And through oppression we have lurked,
Trapped in rooms full of blinding steam,
As around all sensation has lay muted,
And the chains that bind do brightly gleam.
And what gods are these, who us do ignore?
Observed and nothing more;
Through blindness we did rend,
Ours, a union of humanism,
And as I pass it shall not end.
For, given light, through defiance,
All darkness will of itself, disappear.
