Part Five:

I do! for better or for worse! — “no pulse” said the nurse
The end of the course. Yet, I waited 10 hours for a hearse
Pause! I died after the discharge from medical negligence
I was treated without discrimination, a waste of existence

Throw the last flower. No cry, no applause. As I departure.
I am the drawbridge of the tower, going down to [a future]
Kill the lie! They only care when we die. “I am just another”
(I’m fine) – I love you dear mother, like you there’s no other

Sad is to remain between prejudice, crutches or amputees
God made you loving kind, in heaven, you, I know I will find
No more cry. The sky will car. (I’m happy to be going there)
It’s I. If, I can’t step in the clouds, an angel has wings to fly

Pedrógão Grande. entre mortos e feridos, muito há a chorar, mas após, todas estas tragédias já mereciam há muito, que alguém movesse “mundos e fundos” para controlar este flagelo nacional, infelizmente, recorrente.

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