The tab in Firefox has been open for 3 months with this poem, the comment rewritten every few days as I am wont to return to it. The plain words affect, trouble, disconcert. It’s the impotence of it all, the blatant injustice and such. I guess words are the only balm.

Sidenote: I wonder if you might have read Claudia Salazar Jimenez’s Blood of the dawn. A taut look at the abyss, Peruvian style.