i use to travel far away from a distant sands of the oasis,
to awaken from a sleeping sun,
where the moon sweat icy winds through my skin,
we used to dream there's a civilization,
far away across the man's invention that **** another,
and its bullet that invent fears,
everyday i hope we get along,
on these dark time,
so i wrote poetry everyday  so people can see,
my experience that i hope open their eye,

i use to get framed by law,
got lock up on gulag for no reason ,
when my dying breath scream " justice"  but no one hear me,
i pray everyday to god,
if there's one please hear my cries,
so others don't suffer the same fate as me,
realize this I'm not the only one,

i travel across the amazon rivers,
filled with treacherous obstacle and almost killed me once,
but i survive through the harsh environment,
they used to make a path that i can see,
now the nature slowly consume its identity,
its all covered with poison,
at the end of path,
i see a breathtaking plateau,
and  my  faith is restored,

so i took a road to speak the last word of mine,
let the world know my experiences,
there's another world that we didn't know,
love its beauty and its beautiful culture,
filled with tender and  love ,
to embrace its creation and its destroyers,
after all we just human being,
with fulfillment  and  needs.