War against drug trafficking

 I live in a country where you do not know if you are going to return home at the end of the day. A country massacred by drug trafficking and violence. A country where justice exists only for those who have money and contacts. I lived in my own flesh this violence of which I speak, in 2012 my father was killed cowardly in an ambush, his body was found with three shots. From that moment I had to leave the studies and start working to survive. The government turned its back on us and left us to our fate. In this place of which I speak it is normal that people disappear, every day. It is normal to see people murdered in the street. If you are a woman you are raped and if you are a man you are being recruited to be a criminal. This place I'm talking about is Mexico, a country ruled by an idiot. Fear spreads throughout society.

 

We have been fighting the drug war for almost twelve years and it seems like it will never end.
Today I am writing this to you, but will I return home tomorrow?

Sorry for any errors in the text. I do not speak much English so I support myself from a translator.