Oh Genesis, you are right, we are tired
Tired of so many deaths
Tired of the fear, of too much uncertain
It is exhausted.
Genesis you are there
Protesting, fighting for your country
You, who is only a student
You, who was Miss Tourism.
Oh Genesis, you wear the Venezuela´s flag cap
You look so safe and committed
Your protest sign says exactly our feelings
We are tired of being “at least” alive.
Genesis, you are one in thousands
Your voice is the voice of millions
Your picture is not one picture more
You are on the news.
Oh Genesis, now you are famous
Not because of your beauty or your grades
It is for the future you never will have
You cannot fight.
Genesis, that is your last pretty picture
In the next one, you are dead
It is your body lifeless
In the middle of the street.
Oh Genesis, who kills you? We do not know
A policeman, a military or a chavista horde?
There is not trial or guilty
Only tears and blood.
Genesis, today you are a death more
In this desolation
Because at least and alive are not more
With your face or your name.