Hate is the only word

I hate that I'm going to die in Argentina

I hate knowing the truth that I'm trapped in this land that I don't hate.

I hate the injustice that breaths here.

I hate the misery that is cultivated

I hate the corruption that spreads like wildfire

I hate I hate I hate that in this country everything ends in the form of a paper town.

And mother is that I know that everything is a fight, that I must fight for what I want and what is fair. But I wonder if it is not that you are blind to the fact that we are twenty years old and made of eighty, that we were born kicking and fighting against every dead weight that has been crawling since the big bang. 

And it's not your fault, it's not mine, it's not anyone's but it's everyones. And it is not irony.

But I hate with what my eyes are consumed at dawn that my bones are consumed by the earth that does nothing but slaughters me.

His last big move, was his greatest injustice of leaving me trapped here, with all his curses and manipulations. It is his nightmare given to me, to end up in the place I hate the most for having made me, to then be treated as if I was from somewhere else.

 

Ta.