Immaterial Poverty. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

I am an abyss. I'm empty and confused.
I declaim speechs of love and prosperity,
But I don't believe in richness and positivity.
I used to lie, I used to betray, I used...

I am a model of immaterial poverty.
Today, I ignore attempts to create a better human race.
Tomorrow, I'll spit in my saviours and I'll laugh of your face.
I am fed by rage, envy and insincerity.

I won't help beggars and homeless,
But I will talk about peace and equality.
I will joke of the crowds of the poors and the hopeless,
However, I will post beautiful phrases of liberty.