#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So I brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make my way

One says that
My children are dwarfs
That no one seems taller
Than the other.
That they never take a bath,
That they are soiled.
That they eat lice
From their clothes
Let them eat, brothers,

Until the system changes,
Until exploitation ends;
Let them eat brothers,
The sun has risen
And with the sons of the land have risen too
Forward they go
Challenging the enemy
But, at present,
The system has not changed

Let...