Renouncing revolutionary romanticism

<<Renunciation is the journey back from the dream…>>

This is the last line of the poem <<Renunciation>> written by the Venezuelan poet Andres Eloy Blanco.

There are so many things that are deeply wrong in Venezuela and that can even get worse, things as basic as safety, health, potable water, electricity, transportation and food…

I would like to know what the people who are having a bad time in Venezuela think now, those who are experiencing hunger, needs and hardships, but who previously supported Hugo Chavez and still support Nicolas Maduro.

I want to listen to them, not for gloating over their misfortune, but for knowing if their political ideas have been clarified, if they have understood that a military civilian narco-mafia cheated them, promising them what they wanted to hear, until they fell into the trap, I want to know if they now understand that the gangsters took advantage of their socialist illusions to steal their country, their dreams and even their human dignity.

I understand that it is very difficult to accept it, but I would like to know if they have gone from the romantic dream of a communist ideal to the disappointment of facing the harsh reality, or still believe that all this failure that is Venezuela today is the fault of the “empire“, of the opposition and the “illuminati“, but it has never been the purpose of the military civilian narco-mafia that humiliates and subdues Venezuelans.

In the “empire” I can see a good sample of the <<proletarian lumpen>> of Latin America, some deeply ignorant of the laws, others poorly educated who hardly speak English, living their lives very comfortably, with their retirement assured in dollars, this leads me to ask the people who suffer all the calamities tolerated by those who don’t belong to the <<nomenklatura>>, who aren’t on the top of the power in Venezuela, if they are still followers of Chavez, if they still support the tyrant Maduro, and above all, would ask them if they are still convinced that the situation in which they live in Venezuela, and their future personal perspective, represents the values for which they were willing to sacrifice their dignity and even their life, on the altar of a revolutionary movement that never was such a revolution, -in the romantic sense of the communist revolutions-, but it has been the most ruthless robbery of their own lives and the worst treason that could be done to a country and its people.