Today I will not be kind, today my fingers are angry, because frustration is more powerful, because with every cell of my being I hate to lose, like drops of water in a broken faucet, my faith in humanity, in Ecuador, in us as good citizens… sorry, good?
Boom!we woke up to another vicious bombshell on the bloody morning news, and we fearlessly continue to wonder why no one is doing anything, when we have already done a lot by letting our laziness decide the past, present and future of our people.
Dad! breathe, please, don’t die, in a place that is not of this world, but of our country, our beautiful country, cries a desperate child, who was shot at point-blank range by a notorious murderer while they were walking hand in hand, thinking of the future that no longer will not come, while we, middle puritans, surely conclude that it is some delinquent with whom they have dealt, not knowing that the one who bit the dust is a mistake, a collateral victim, or an ordinary training of an army that is being created under our noses, and we We continue to read on Twitter that it is the fault of the political class, which, paradoxically and with our conformism, we let them take care of our rights, believing that enjoying them are gifts and not inherent to us, because we don’t care, as long as it’s not me.
They killed my reputation! Exclaims the harmful president and lost in his self-centeredness…
Stay there, you idiot! The child shouts that instead of a book, toy and ice cream, he has a gun, Yes! Damn gun, robbery in broad daylight, accompanied by a little brother, because we so-called wise adults didn’t care to raise our voices, take to the streets and demand that a bunch of stupid politicians stop looking for that position for his benefit, and we settle for ” steals but works”, is that it is a ridiculous scenario for the ridiculous people we become, as we tear our clothes asking why, and demand as a great solution that the child be tried and imprisoned as an adult, instead of demanding education, sports and contributing to the change of the child. If while you are reading this your son is with a cell phone or a video game he is playing to kill, you are to blame for this present.
They killed my reputation! Exclaims the evil president, lost in his self-centeredness, while his red shoes continue to be a reminder that in our desperation to get out of something bad, we ended up in a worse situation, that scenario we thought couldn’t get any worse, you, sir, that’s made it possible and not only that, he made it dark, while his leisurely walk leaves a trail of blood, pain and frustration; Thank you for nothing, and I have myself to blame for being one of the Ecuadorians who, without a better option, put their hope in you, I regret not canceling the vote, because yes, gentlemen, our poor political class has nothing presentable, because we politics became a caricature of tiktok and dancers, and today ridiculers claim that we are not better off. (OR)
Source: Eluniverso
Mario Twitchell is an accomplished author and journalist, known for his insightful and thought-provoking writing on a wide range of topics including general and opinion. He currently works as a writer at 247 news agency, where he has established himself as a respected voice in the industry.
