Have been a nightmare to México and her children.

A daily agony for those parents. An endless question mark.

Where are those young men full of dreams for a better life…

Young, strong. Who had girlfriends who became widows before

marriage. Were they murdered quickly and short of pain…

or were they tortured in a despicable sadistic way…with their throats

full of unheard screams…while a putrid still stinky ‘68 bayonet tore

their chests…we don’t know. Questions remain unanswered.

The families cries are still heard to the last corner. Food doesn’t taste.

Neither sleep. Nor drink. The thorn is stuck in the middle of the soul.

It doesn’t have an exit. And no surgeon can remove it. Blood is not

notorious. Except in the bloodshot eyes of the relatives. Deprived of

sleep. Daily living is senseless. Their living bodies deteriorate due to

lack of proper care. Illnesses start to crawl into their organs. Old age

has assaulted them prematurely. Their backs are bent. They don’t look

anymore to the clouds. The moon and the stars.

Those families, wait for Justice to take over and close the wound. They

wait. Wait for this President to bring a sense of relief.

They hope. They hope. Because its all they have left.

Brothers, we are you.

EO