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Mexico, people are crying for you. We mostly keep it to ourselves you know? In our daily lives, we look upon the news (Britain rolling out the red carpet for our so-called president, a recent move from our so-called government about water privatisation and finally these sinister, sorry minister issues). It's not an easy task to swallow the bitterness that comes through. 

We ride or drive to our jobs and think about torture and Ayotzinapa. How is it we endure injustice becoming dust? Covering our furniture, our Institutions, like ash from a dormant volcano. In other countries I wonder how they look at you Mexico, either barbaric, ignorant or just poor.

But acquiring this tone of discourse will keep us victimised. I wonder if we are lazy or just waiting for someone else to fix this problem. In centuries of patriarcal governments, we're still waiting for the wise man to take us through this never ending rough patch.

Truth is, most of the people are busy not falling short of money for their rent, their food and some of the tight budgets that merely allow for several beers for the compadres on the weekend football match. Most of us are just trying to get by from the usual injustices we face on our daily trails, the "mordidas" or police forces filling their quota of money as they benefit while we run to pay our parking spots just to find out our cars got immobilised anyways, buying our food and gas trying to beat the rising prices. It's not that we don't care. It's just we're glad we made it through one more day.

Maybe we are too busy to save a nation, to protect our national resources. Civic organization seems like a utopia when people are just worried about their cousin's disease a doctor told them is called diabetes and they are confused on how sugar plays a role in it. I like to believe we want to help you Mexico but we only have time for our own people, for our own worries, for our bank accounts.

We will run out of a country if we keep going this way. Mexico might become a decaying Hollywood sign where someone stole the "E" just to make a quick profit out of it. Where years later they took out the "I" and used it for housing. And so on and so forth... Ravaging, loosing our identity, completely deserving of the future we were too busy surviving in our present.

"I don't love my country

it's abstract gleam

is elusive

But (even if it sounds terrible)

I would give my life

for ten of it's places

certain people, ports, forests, deserts, forts,

a decaying, gray, monstrous city,

several of their history's heroic figures,

mountains

-and three or four rivers."

José Emilio Pacheco