first song poem

by Inozcent Rodriguez
(Venezuela)

Morning gave me its light,
but i saved it into this mud,
I falled into the promises of common people,
i sang the song of the deaf,
and I drew the pictures of blind,
i exchanged a bird that flies to my window every morning with a hyena that punish my ears and forgot my name,
an animal ate my strings,
i was exposed to structures,
to square minds,
now as a orphan im running from the noise,
my head is down,
but the night is coming,
and i'm hearing the song,
the first song, tell your equals ,
that im comming to them,
i will show you , you made a bad bet. a very mediocre bet