Abuso en Siria

Abuso en Siria

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El 16 de abril de este año (2017) 5000 personas estaban siendo evacuadas de una ciudad Siria controlada por EI (Estado Islámico), sin embargo tras una explosión quedaron muertas 126 de estas personas. Este poema es un homenaje al terror que esta pasando Siria en la guerra civil que sufre ese país, donde los mas afectados son los niños los cuales son matados cobardemente desde francotiradores cuando van a sus escuelas a estudiar o simplemente por diversión, este es un homenaje a ellos. El poema es de un niño de 7 años de edad, el cual se siente mejor al saber que huye del poder del Estado Islamico son su padre y su hermana bebé, sin embargo sucede lo peor ... Noticia real: http://www.lavanguardia.com/internacional/20170415/421712062868/varios-muertos-tras-explosion-de-un-coche-bomba-contra-evacuados-en-alepo.html Mas información sobre Siria: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QSqptI8xA4 Leer con cualquiera de estas canciones de fondo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBWEHeenPWE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRL0GTo7J9I ¡NO SEAMOS INDIFERENTES CON LA REALIDAD DE SIRIA!
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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