Angel del Pasado

How can it be that everything is upside down
that the poorest is the one who works all day
than the one who sells cocaine
than the politician from the neighborhood
who doesn't pass through the slums since taking office.
How can it be that from the outside they tell us
how much we have to eat, how much we shrink our bellies
how much meat, how much flour, how many dreams we send them
how much adjustment they send us, what a way to pay us.
Tell me that I am an angel of the past
that they laugh because it doesn't enter my head
that the master became good and the jackal vegetarian
and shares food with his prey
How can it be that the one who steals a chicken
goes to jail for a month and the one who stole thousands of lives
they make amnesties for him and leave him clean and free
waiting for the day they build him a monument.
How can their consciences be calm
how do they sleep well being such great garbage
sentenced for life, by the judges by the people,
by the kids from Malvinas, by the living and the dead
Tell me that I am an angel of the past
I carry the memory tied to one wing
and in the other the hugs I owe to my brothers,
those who did something to change history.
Tell me that I am an angel of the past
I am a demon, I am a ghost or anything
I am the faith they taught me without shirts, without deceit,
and I follow it even though it is no longer fashionable.