H is for Hammock

Today is one of those days in which after an intense trip to the entrails of my country I wonder why is it that I can see what governments can't. Why is it Mexicans keep mourning the loss of an access to the US when we have to reconstruct a country through local tourism and sustainable economies. 

Why are there Duartes, buying expensive, thoroughbred horses paid by the poverty of their states, as they gallop in a drying countryside, hydrating them with purified water? Why is that I can't understand why greed eventually becomes an empty well, from which these people have taken advantage of? Did they miss the sunsets? Did they not listen to the cicadas?

Can't these type of people just leave and let us grow?