Today we are living on The Days of Renewed Promises, those heard thousand times, never honored, but always repeated to the chagrin of the humgry and sick trying desperately to survive humilliation under the Old Glory...

Beggars in the streets of the land of plenty
a nightmare for any aspiring new politico
preferring not to see, not to hear or saying,
the poor shouldn’t be seen, go incognito.

Global warming aren’t a big consolation
to the uncovered ones getting that cruel trio,
the cold fingers of the wind, the icing snow
and the humans hurrying by, inside a limbo.

I don’t should be the one, the number eleven,
I don’t care, I don’t know, not my dominion,
I whish I could, I don’t have the time, I don’t,
want company? get a dog, there’s one amigo.

Closed doors and closed hearts, only open
are the empty streets, world’s biggest casino,
where you bet you life for a little of warmth
in a game that have one chance in one period.

Decorated ex-soldiers, amputees, turn beggars
in the land of plenty which they wanted incognito,
homelessness and wheel chairs are not wished
to be seen by the people living inside their limbo.