12 Meses Del Año

My old lady always used to tell me, life is like a game
the 365 days of the year, the 12 months, the 8,760 hours
out of those 365 days a game of memory unlike
the animals in the jungle that act, work, or
respond by instinct we are the only animals that
act by memory and it's because without memory my brother
can't live, anyway each one decides how to play
the game of life each one dealing with their time
and their memory...

In January I saw everyone with their resolutions their
dreams and with their promises of change I saw how a divorced mother
had 2 jobs to try to support her
children and get them afloat I also saw how my town
was slowly losing the tradition of the
3 wise men.

In February I saw how people celebrated Valentine's Day and gave
flowers and chocolates when
throughout the year they have been hypocrites with
each other.

In March, I saw how a lady was shot 12 times
to steal her car, but I also saw how a 7-year-old boy
saved his mother in a car
accident.

In April I saw how inmates from a prison in the country
rioted due to the bad conditions and overcrowding
and I also saw how a human bled out in front of a
hospital due to the lack of employees and equipment.

In May I saw a proud father because his son
graduated from high school with honors had been
admitted to a university abroad.
and June and July the summer months even if you don't believe me
I went to more funerals than beach festivals and I saw
mothers crying at the funeral home, wreaths and shedding
crocodile tears...

The streets are rough, my brother...

In August I saw how classes started and I saw schools
without books, I saw kids without uniforms, dissatisfied teachers
a completely dysfunctional educational system.

I saw fear...

In September I saw a man who murdered his wife and
committed suicide leaving his children orphaned,
I also saw a government official who was
jailed on corruption charges.

In October I saw a family being evicted from their home
built on government land, I saw a neighbor
of mine being fired from his job for political reasons,
in November I saw a family celebrating Thanksgiving with a lavish dinner when
they should be thankful to God every day
when I saw homeless people with nothing to eat
nothing to celebrate and in December when some
were celebrating I saw a mother worried because
she didn't have money to buy gifts for her children
and I saw another mother crying because it was the first Christmas
without her murdered son and at the end of the year while
fireworks were sounding I saw a child on the ground
bleeding because of a stray bullet
people getting ready to start the new year
the same story different days.

This was a brief summary of the 12 months of a year
of 356 days and as the months went by I realized
that I belong to the most violent race on the planet
and just like a tiger doesn't kill another tiger we should
take the example and not kill each other
so fight, share, and live in harmony this is
Gallego in the 12 Disciples.