A poem from Ernesto to me about the people of Peru
Hello Carl Krause.
These people of Peru do not even have a house.
It is so sad
I am not feeling rad.
We have been traveling all around
From Estaque to Cuzco
I have slept on the ground
Alberto is with me like my bro
There are so many Indian people here
Expanding my horizon is nothing to fear
At this point i don't know if ill go back
living in Argentina again seems pretty wack
This land is full of irony
With a beautiful landscape but poverty all over
Its a nice place to be but at the same time it is not
I don't know how i'll leave them behind
It makes me feel fortunate for the life I was given
We run into trouble with many issues
but find different ways to fix it
like when we needed a cure
and used coco leaves
Native indians are so spiritual
they live life like ive never seen before
they live off our planet and mother nature
they want nothing more
society is corrupt
it needs to be fixed
problems will always erupt
unless we make a change
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