The world watches you fall, the largest proven oil reserves but you couldn’t call out to your brothers acknowledge your mistake so that you may grow.
You **** children, hunger grips every mother and fathers struggle with children of eight trying to earn a wage.
Your country is ****** up holding it pride to its chest waving the flag never admitting that their force has killed eight thousand or that their children are in hospitals starving.
Kenyerber Aquino Merchán, less than two starved to death because hospitals have no formula to feed the innocent.
Spine and rib cage protruding, mourners with wildflowers from the hills, and relatives cut out a pair of cardboard wings from empty white ration boxes.
Let you pass away, sleeping now under my wings, we’ll conger the wind and ease the president's pride, he is hiding under the cover cowering the corner - he has no one else to blame.
I broke down in tears writing this - I wrote it because of this article https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/12/17/world/americas/venezuela-children-starving.html - I don't know how to help because the president refuses to accept international help apart from loans from Russia which barely hold the country a float. So I did the only thing I know how to do to help - write.