#DemandoTuRenunciaEPN

Image: Revista Proceso. Zócalo, México DF, 11/20/14

I don’t want to live in a world of impunity, a world where the lives of 43, 143, 1,043, 10,043, 100,043 + are disappeared to infinite silence, and no one is charged. Life is the most precious of elements. A randomness harder to quantify than grains of salt or stars in our ever expanding universe. These lives ended in conspiracy with those that were supposed to protect them. How is society supposed to carry on when they live in absentia of their maximum right, the right to pursue happiness? A government that continually attempts against those trying to make sense of a deeply corrupted system does not deserve civility.

Here I am, looking on from a safe place, at what might have been my life. I can’t turn my eyes; I can’t quiet the screams of indignation. I write because I have nothing else except words, words that choke me and flood my eyes. I surround my being with images of Zapata, who knew better than believing he was worth less and deserved less than those who would take his heaven and earth and suffocate him to take his centavos. GREED is something to stifle, to spit on; not to aspire.

Salina’s reign should have ended a long time ago, but there he is, the resuscitated fiend of our nightmares. Hand in hand with Televisa and the narcos, pulling the strings of the bland and ridiculous Peña Nieto. All of them dancing and singing around a fire consuming a whole nation, whose minds were fogged by Televisa’s inane programming. As the fog clears; the masses take to the streets and Peña effigies are burned. And as we fight our own fights of the haves vs. the have nots on this side, we look on, south of the border, at the proud people who are raising their voices.

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In response to Kimberly Morales who read her piece- "I'm loud and ugly that's why I get cut off during political discourse" in honor of the 43 disappeared Ayotzinapa students of Iguala, Guerrero at LaGuardia's Literary Magazine launch.