Hard Times

These are hard times
the sky is heavy and dark
but it doesn´t rain at all

These are poor times
life is suspended
between earth and ski

These are dead times
there is a river I know
that runs in silence

And no one internalizes
the substance underneath
which is made of love
which is made of skin

These times are chained
You can live or die
That depends on the side
you are

These are not Dickens times
However you can die from anger
Hungry of justice and love

And I still hope
freedom will dress us
from top to toe
but first love most flow