Metal against metal.
Food is no longer warm against the tongue.
The clink of glasses breaks the white,
still emptiness surrounding the family.
Apprehensive glances are exchanged
when politics are discussed
as the future looms over them like a prophecy
that makes it all feel doomed.
I wrote this thinking of Spain's politics, which are tense- we have literal murderers (people who used to be part of a terrorist group who placed bombs on supermarkets, killed children, assassinated a mayor, and exploded cars on random streets) and delinquents on the presidency, our president is a power-starved hypocrite that excuses his corruption with the fact that his party is the left, and the far-right are homophobic, transphobic, racist and misogynistic jerks. They don't allow us to get over Franquism (A fascist dictatorship that took place decades ago), and they constantly bend the past to their liking in order to manipulate us into voting for them. The people at power act as if, if the right gets to the government, our country will suddenly become fascist again. What’s worse? That I say all of this being a proud leftist, queer person. Our left party no longer defends what it was made to, but only seeks the best ways to get money in their pockets. We can no longer vote without forgiving corruption.
The funny part of this is that it could have been written about any country, specially the US, which is basically the new ******* ******. It is scary to think that right now, I am like a jew that lives outside Germany and sees his siblings get harassed. It makes me sick.
When we talk about politics, I get this hopeless feeling that I will never be able to medically transition and that the only thing stopping a war from taking place in my country is this universal fear of confrontation every hispanian has. Even though I know that that second thought comes from panic rather than objective data. We are so good at ignoring our political situation, that we think we’re doing great most of the time— until it gets brought up.
So yeah, you’ll hear me listening to punk music like it’s the **** national hymn (I’m tired and sick and that is all I can do to rebel)
