TOWARD EXTERMINATION

The desolation of our beloved Venezuela points to the beat of a human misery that dances the war without quarter of an all against all, permeating hearts that walk in a callousness never seen in our sacred ground. There is no place that escapes the presence of death that walks the streets like the wind that blows, it is only a matter of luck and divine protection to get around it and, under the distressing pressure to which we submit ourselves daily, there is a stress that kills little little by little as a slow cause of another extermination that nobody counts but that we are seeing our surroundings. The one who falls, rarely regains his health or survives in that begging for contaminated hospitals, indolence, malpractice, shortage and bachaqueo of medicines.

FUENTE

I never thought that I would see children at his mercy in the streets again; impacted I have been witness to them as they are capable without the pretenses of preparing in broad daylight a stew of dog or cat that they capture swarming their luck in the streets also and worse, with the little minds uncovered in an organizational capacity to commit crimes under their own thoughts of virtual worlds converted into realities of hunger, alcohol, drugs, prostitution and death. Infants and young people with their hands stained with rage and blood, victims themselves too, for a society that drags them. This is how the extermination of a part of this generation that is taking the wrong path in the bifurcation of life that is thrown to the fate of an almost always ephemeral destiny is drawn.

The extermination of values, respect and morality lost in the savagery of a type of citizen that we never were. The sálvese who can within our means of transport almost given away by the exaggerated subsidy as it is the case of the Metro and the Railroad where enterprising people who study and work are transported, accompanied by the peddling, the bachaquerismo, the begging, the raterismo, the vulgarity, disrespect to the elderly, anarchy and one or another artistic talent that saves the stress of both Persian market in view of cameras and authorities.

Speaking of food extermination is more than known because who has not lowered in Venezuela this last year is a privileged, I can say myself that I lost 30 kilos. There is an abusive merchant of people eating people selling up the soul profited from hunger. I will not say all, but it is almost generalized that winemakers, butchers, bakers, butchers, fruit growers and anyone associated with the sale of food and personal hygiene goods, place the price that seems best to them as if it were their own measure of economy that fluctuates as they please in an excessive lack of control. In this war of commercial abuse the levels start from those who can have a container full of merchandise to the one who sells matches without their complete sticks.

There is a latent extermination that struck me because of its harshness; the murder of death with the desecration of tombs in a graveyard crammed in cemetery of urns in view of all where possibly the bacteria disperse when even the human bones of the deceased stopped rest in peace to be used for dark purposes. The truth is not the Venezuela for which I have fought, noble land of 5 golds (black, yellow, blue, green, brown) sought by many and abused by their own children who cry out to bleed from inside and outside to exterminate its history or sense of belonging. In the irony of so many exterminations, Venezuela, the most xenophile country in America, today suffers the xenophobia of its children, even in nations that rose thanks to our everlasting solidarity. We lost human quality and we are close to becoming a coprophagus to a path that turns us into the dust of extermination.