Eneia Veredas

 

Outcasts

I have for enemies

Veiled ex-friends

That hide themselves in the night

and cowardice!

I don't hide from you

Here I am,

in what you do not know,

the courage to be

that you do not 

and you do not erase anything.

Engrave my name

And my face

it will be of use to you

so that, one day,

be inspired,

if you become people!

Here I am, at the front door

Come to me all

But don't kill me just yet,

first I will tell you who you are...

I know you all

Yet you do not suspect it.

One last appeal to you

In my sovereignty

Of your excusable personality

I've read you, I've driven you away

As the prophecy says

You are the shame of the truth

You are the mourning of the nefarious!

The solemn hypocrisy

Throw the stone and hide your hand,

So the story goes of your power!