Sandra-Soria

Their eyes hide the fear we suffer, looking for a better future, hope to survive, they choose the weakest as hunter, superior of us by nature, owners of life. -The Errant Poet March 8th, 2017

Remember when we used to fight, we're still walking and alive, people on chains, prisoners of our fate, it's right, by those who ignore our declive, all our remains. -The Errant Poet March 2nd, 2017