Maybe these stories are already familiar, told by other people with different words, but the same feeling has the same impotence, the same pain. It is true as the saying goes that remembering is living as a memory that Venezuela twenty years ago where there was abundance, family union was only thought of going to work sending the child to study to be someone in life to enjoy, went to the market and he bought what the body wanted and every day there was a story and a new anecdote today we only talk about the situation of the country of the expensive articles and the government. In those times was enjoyed as a family had to share and even to take. What a sadness to think about what we had and do not value.
Today my Venezuela my beloved Venezuela suffers and cries has a lot of pain, pain of helplessness of anger ... Public services caught between corruption and the ineptitude of those who are in control of them. We have to wait for water to fall from the sky to be able to bathe, to clean the home and in some cases to cook and drink, to live in the dark because with the salary or the candles we can buy, the amount of garbage in the streets throwing more pollution and the proliferation of diseases that had been eradicated for many years, Education on the ground, school desertion due to lack of food and money to buy what the child needs because even for a pencil it is called "Quality Education" emergencies collapse in hospitals that do not even have cotton, and to top it all, the robberies in these public institutions are the daily bread and the labor discrimination doing theirs.
Who endures this? ... And Venezuela with their pain and crying sending food and medicine to Cuba well we are Charitable and humble and the Venezuelans dying in the decided, malnutrition lack of food, medicine, disease; children, youth and older adults eating from the garbage. How painful! Although we have in abundance that is true there is a shortage but there is a shortage of money because there is food medicine but everything is uncompromising as it is possible that a headache pill and a corn flour cost more than a million bolivares. Venezuela mourn cries of pain that a million Venezuelans emigrated to another country leaving family, children, parents, work jobs that perhaps had to fight to get it but today does not help at all because of the high cost of living.
How sad to see children die for lack of medication and for the eyes of the GOVERNMENT here there is no crisis My God who will do Justice for so many deaths Where are the human rights of Venezuelans ?.
I only ask my God for all Powerful and Merciful that gives us Strength, Peace, Health and Union to defeat that plague that came to Venezuela and every day is ending with my Dear Country and my Friends stimianos no matter that they are not Venezuelans we are one I only ask you to join in prayer for my beloved Venezuela.
