How much do you think they get
by Byron Chavez
I saw something in this world that was not figured out by somebody else. I can hear the screams of muted, shivering and coughing along that Roxas belt and the boiling stomach of some mouth that rarely opens.
I was peacefully walking on this newly widening road. "How much do you think they get?" the voice behind me asking randomly. "Get from what?" the most innocent reply that i can respond to. "where your feet land right now".
The rush hours of every foot and wheel that are running after every second drops. No excuses and even no exception.
I can see the molding future of this country, tall buildings, luxury cars and fabricated sand and beach. ""How much do you think they get?" again that random guy asking me that. "Get from what?" the question i always ask him. "Every part of the mountain that they cut off to built that" I never saw that guy again asking me those questions. I am totally peace here, lying below this dirt, no more questions and just one bullet mark in my forehead.
The End
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