Sonnet: April 19th
Carlos Jose lied to his parents today,
“I’m going to play soccer,” he said,
But he wanted to protest.
In his seventeen years, he only knew
About kidnaping, hungry and repression.
Sadly, looking for a change,
He found a bullet in his head.
In San Carlos square, Paula Andrea
From the government, she couldn’t escape.
The 23-year-old body is not breathing,
Her blood stains the street.
April 19, our Independence Day
People ask for elections, The president
Answer killing the future.