Son of Genocide

Adios Ayacucho

Land that has taken my name and body and left me unrecognized and unrecognizable

Who are we all but Alfonso Cánepa, forced to settle for other when we ourselves are forever lost?

A mask, a borrowed body, a soul without bones to know myself

Nor will I ever be known

Farewell massacre, and let it be said that I once stood here



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