Those Who Always Take Care Not To Fall Into False Schemes Poem by Darlan M Cunha

What's the use of walking blind
travel aimlessly
build house without using plumb
or kill the snake but don't show the stick
leaving doubts in the air?

Many maintain that everyone is equal
but this is escapism, it doesn't exist
because not even twins are the same
body (iris and thumbs) ,
and each one's psyche is a road
separately, with or without transversal,
and so one can contest the fallacy
that we are all equal, oh, how can you
be of the same strain as that of a rapist
of a child, or who dyes the morning red
at crowded airports and railway stations?

I don't remember Sancho Panza y Don Quijote
in a bullring, if not under well-told whimpers;
however, both were almost social outcasts,
at least, two friendly realities, opposite
to the infertile soil of their society, fighting against
the wicked of his imaginary: windmills
and grains, and the loving illusion for Toboso's girl.