No changes, I wake up in the morning and ask myself, is life worth living or should I blast myself? I'm tired of being poor, of no one reading my letters, and passing like a ghost through this immense city. No pretty girl looks at a poor devil like me, they look for money, luxuries, trips, someone who treats them like queens, but today no one can aspire to live like a king, that's why they are no longer interested in forming a home, going for an ice cream, going for a walk or chatting, you know simple things that used to be enough. But I don't blame them, not even they have realized it, but we have been manipulated by a materialistic and consumerist system, everything is in such a hurry, their expectations are surreal, and for men too, life is more difficult every day.
No changes, only the price of things in the supermarkets, and the check keeps arriving the same, I see no changes, everything remains the same, nothing changes, only that now more than ever, you are worth what you bring in your wallet, the car you drive, or the number of followers you may have in a social network.
No changes, I turn on the TV and see two guys debating, at first I think I'm watching one of those Sunday afternoon comedy shows, but no, they are the two guys who are supposed to want to lead a country. I feel sorry for the lack of seriousness of these people, now I understand so many things, they are just puppets, they want to treat us like little children who do not understand anything, but we see all their nonsense, and we suffer, because without their help we have had to mature, the harsh reality has forced us to do so, I see no changes, everything remains the same.
No changes, I choose another channel to watch the media, or rather disinformation, they bombard us with news favoring and cursing one and the other, that diatribe of creating a white hero and a black, latino or russian villain sounds to me more like worn out Hollywood tales, yes tales that nobody believes anymore, but they forget that a hungry mouth has no ears. I better turn this garbage off, I don't see any changes, nothing changes, everything remains the same, a black president has already sworn on a bible, and nothing has changed, eight years where he became just another gangster in a suit. Thanks to him no Wall Street criminal has ever set foot in jail, none.
No changes, I would love to go back to when we were kids and played, but things change, now I have to shave my face, go to work and fill the refrigerator in my house, I am the man of the house, and that is my duty. No changes, I get in my car, one more day to patrol the city, I enter the neighborhood of my African American brothers, and it hurts me to see, how they made them addicted to weed, to have them dominated, yes dominated, a disturbed mind, does not understand their reality. Then I enter with my latino brothers and I see the streets full of migrants, everyone knows it, they are afraid that they may be deported, and as gratitude for leaving them here, the harder they go to work, they are the ants necessary to take the food to the nest, there is an insatiable queen in the hive that must be fed, we cannot stop.
No changes, I play music looking to hear something good, but nothing changes, the lyrics of the songs every day smell worse than a garbage sesto, yes they stink, the artists only talk about sex, drugs, guns, money, parties, they don't get out of that, they are empty voices. Many are afraid to talk about the truth, as they live favored by a lifestyle that the same people give them. They forget that it is also their responsibility to expose what is happening, they all see what I am saying, but no one has the courage to say it, they have betrayed who they usually thank.
We have to make a change, it is time to take power away from those who have not known how to lead us, this battle does not need weapons, this revolution is of consciences, to say to exhaustion that the human is worth more than money, yes, we are worth more than producing without rest. It is time that as people we begin to make some changes, we are locked in our worlds, we are a society united in body, but absent of heart, it is time to turn on the heart, yes, the heart.
In my city I saw walls painted with blood everywhere, you would look at the shells on the ground and it would say MADE IN USA, like my friend Ivan, who was killed just for being next to someone they were going to kill, or Brian who was shot in a neighborhood near my house along with six others, and his blood was spread on the wall, they were only 19 years old. I will never forget Adelmo, my great college friend, honorable mention, an example of a student, shot twice when he went downstairs to buy some things, and he never breathed again. And myself, the day of my kidnapping, March 31, 2010, the day I was born again, against my will I went to hell, there is nothing that can kill me, because I am already dead, I have come from beyond. They told me don't make complaints, because we have police who will tell us if you did it, we will kill your family, was the last thing I could hear.
No changes, I have to be strong I tell myself, as I look at my bank account and the balance is negative, I owe what I have not earned. I have to be strong, I cannot run away, I am already here, says my inner voice, this is your mission, here there is no place to look at skin color, I am Mexican, Latino, Afro-American, I am white, a human being who suffers and feels like everyone else. I came from far away, to live the same as all of you, I myself did not know why I came, I just wanted my lyrics to be heard, yes, you read that right, heard.
We have to make changes, we fight for the symptom and we do not attack the disease, learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers, this fight of sexes, men against women is just a ball of smoke, of something more important that they try to hide from us, yes, the people who control the system, the owners of the circus.
They made this writer angry, closing the door again and again, not giving him his place, and now they are going to pay for it, they will have to sit and listen, my letters are my weapons, the greatest battles have been won without even having used a single bullet. And I come to prove it to you, I am not just one more, I am the voice of those who do not know how to speak, I am a bomb of letters before exploding, now it will be your turn to listen to all your letters, yes you heard right, to read. Now I'll tell you the whole truth, it won't be enough to close your eyes, or cover your ears, because I'm going to cover the walls of this great city. War foretold does not kill soldier says an old saying.
No changes, I drive through the streets of downtown, I pass by the slum area and I see zombies asking for the next dose, you can see in their eyes a slow death, that they have not been able to achieve. But they are not the only zombies around here, everyone is created a drug, some are trapped by cell phones that do not even let them breathe, living through a screen, ladies worried about publishing everything they do as a sign of social anxiety, addicted to an inordinate amount of approval, they do not realize that just that is preventing them from having healthy functional relationships, they are living a life of lies through a social network, where they can pretend a life that they do not lead, but in which they would like to be. I go in to ask for something to eat, to a fast food chain, and I see that sugar addicts here have their drug, coca-cola and fastfood fast death they mean, attempts of food that do not nourish, but fill the hospitals with diabetic patients. I see no changes, everything remains the same, nothing changes, well yes, but for the worse, we are living a social anxiety, in a collective stress, there are resources, but only the money goes up, but it goes down in drops.
Those artists who flaunt in their social networks their pompous lifestyles, but less and less people idolize them, because people are no longer looking for that kind of idols, they are just mannequins without souls, their lyrics are written on toilet paper, to be discarded. As long as people continue to buy that cheap food, there will continue to be stalls on the corners, I see no change no matter how much I look around, everything remains the same.
No changes, I arrived after a hard day, I took my cell phone and I see pure trash content, women undressing for a couple of coins, you enter their blue page, and they keep sending you videos through private messages, 20 dollars is the price, I refresh the page and I have already received 4 more, I go for a glass of water, and when I look again they are asking me for more than 200 dollars, who is going to stop them from stealing? Yes, stealing. Don't they realize, they are making young men addicted to pornography, at the cost of stealing their money, yes stealing. Coins turned in a few minutes into hundred dollar bills, you create an addict to then have him there as your slave, selling him the fantasy that someday he will have you. I don't see anyone regulating the porn industry, I don't see any changes, everything remains the same, even worse. Poor women, looking for easy ways, since it became fashionable to undress for a couple of coins, wearing the dress of dignity is a luxury that not even all the money in the world can buy. They have found easy ways, but because of their inexperience they do not see that they are going to a precipice, they take the immediate reward, and pawn the fruit of tomorrow. They are just dummies used by a ruthless industry, which squeezes them until they are breathless, pushing them to create more and more sick and degrading scenes, as you know addicts ask for stronger and stronger visual drugs, to calm the abstinence syndrome.
No changes, racial segregation has now become geographic, tell me your zip code and I will know if you will be rich or poor for the rest of your life, if you will be a thief or the next tycoon. That's all I need to know your skin color, your salary, and even the name of your religion. The poorer the people are, and the more marginal the neighborhood, the more it will be plagued by church, you know the gospel that says that it doesn't matter to improve in this life, after all it is already lost, let's worry about life in heaven, because we must earn a ticket, otherwise we will not be worthy, I only see psychotic people, suffering the current life, just like everyone else, but their placebo is a book that tells you how to live, life manuals for perfect people, in a world full of imperfect people, blessed confusion, in short I see no changes, everything remains the same.
We have to make a change, it is time to take power away from those who have not known how to lead us, this battle does not need weapons, this revolution is of consciences, to say ad nauseam that the human being is worth more than money, yes, we are worth more than producing without rest. It is time that as people we begin to make some changes, we are locked in our worlds, we are a society united in body, but absent of heart, it is time to turn on the heart, yes, the heart.
As Bukowski said before he died, slavery was never abolished, they simply added more colors to it, by controlling our income. To those who benefit from the system, for having above average talents, artists, entrepreneurs, leaders, athletes, and all those personalities that came from below, this culture promotes being individualistic, but no. Society is more important than the individual. Society is more important than the individual, it is not about you, you are not the protagonist of humanity, it is your social responsibility, go back to where you come from, and help your people, because the top of the fantasy of success, is a very lonely place, that ends up killing you.
And finally, nothing changes, I only see that they bring to the table senseless fights, confronting each other, men against women, to divert us from the important problems, economic inequality, in a few hands stays the money that by common sense should touch many more. We should be discussing this, and fighting in networks, but no, we get lost in stupid talks and debates. They make fun of our intelligence, because they think we are fools, yes, many are, but not by choice or choice, but by indoctrination of the system. You should be ashamed to go to bed to sleep, having mountains of accumulated money, and knowing that thanks to you, there are millions who will not eat with dignity.
Every day, the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer. Nothing changes...
