The blue chair and the horse

The chair is blue
The horse is black

The fields are green
And I am here

I'm stopped in my dirty place
I have no force to fight

I have no force to fight for my life
How can I have hope?

The animals are in jails
And men are observing them
Who are we?

Who are people?
Nobody can't see me in my lonely jorney





By Cecília,Évelim and Naiana