Inspired by Machuca and the false hope that the socialist regime gave the people.
His thoughts ran far away from the conquest that loomed over him
Far away from the oppression that stared him right in the face
It was foreknown that he could not change his position in this world nor change the way that people thought about his kind
But somewhere deep inside, he had hope
He hoped for a better tomorrow
He hoped that one day he could stand a chance in this big wide world,
That would be the only gift that he would ever receive in this life, Continue reading “A Gift never Received “