No Vivo En Una Sociedad Perfecta

I don't live in a perfect society
I ask that it not be given that name,
if something makes me feel this way
it's because women and men make it so.

Who saw it born, who idealized it,
who saw it change to their liking
it hurts that today it's not the rose
that conquered the garden of their life.

Who made it born, who participated,
who made it change and not perish,
not all things please them
but for this they give their life.

The extremist and the coward
are converging in their pain
while the rest with love
works because it's getting late.

This happens in the places
where climbing makes you better
the fake has no value
the true one continues their journey.