Reply #60: To the Preventive Federal Police:

[Wiley50]

To the Preventive Federal Police:

Police, you also are poor, also are brown. Sight to your companions, mírate to you, observes the color of your complexion that is the same color of those against which you shoot to the gases and the bullets of the pattern. He watches your equipment, the light tanks, the helicopters, all the town has paid them, you also have paid them with your pay and now with your blood. The salesmen of the arms and the equipment that you use are very comfortable in their great houses, in the climate of their great cars, feed themselves either, live or, however you, you are the face and the meat of tube that badly the cowardly government offer to strike the town that is your town. It observes against who combats: women, children, old, students, professors. She writes down the shortages that you live while you fulfill your ruthless mission, perhaps you go away unpunished, police, yours perhaps rescue to you, perhaps in the long run you get to be an authentic champion of the death and they send to you to take courses in Israel or the United States. Perhaps someday you get to have all whatever you dream at the cost of bleeding yours. She continues dreaming police. Nondesire that truncates your dreams, ojala that become reality, but in that case I ask to BOND the PAIN to you? YOU WILL GET TO ENJOY The PRIVILEGES FROM WHICH YOUR PATTERN ENJOYS? You have doctor surely? You have pension? What you will do when such they abuse your woman and they torture your children? WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN THEY DISAPPEAR YOUR CORPORATION? YOU WILL FOLLOW IN THE CRIME? Today combats the education, police, today combats a town that as you it lives to the day to come out ahead. You also are victim, police, you can fail in the taking of a seat and leave wounded, or can squash a revolt, kill, torture and to be a hero for your pattern: that he is the unique one that leaves winning. It returns to your house, police, leaves the boots, it sees take care of of your family. I know that you have companions who you did not want to leave, I know that you are loyal to your friends battle, this is well. But elije your fight, this one is not your fight. Dile to your pattern that if it wants to repress the people who come he in person and is not cowardly. You are TOWN, police. You have the power to decide. Those against which today you beat to you have I decide to fight by their dignity, by their family and they are not going away to crack easy that. They do not have anything to lose fighting. You do not leave another alternative them, police. But you if you have it. This barbarism finishes already, see eat with your town, your town that shares the sweat and its bread. Your town that will be the unique one that receives to you and pardons when to your PATTERNS no longer you serve to them. Your town that never it has despised to you and that if today it offends to you is only because you raise you arm against him. It is enough whereupon you take off the uniform and you lay down the arms again to be town, police. You do not fight by that people who from her writing-desk command to you and use. Such that despises and humiliates by the color of your complexion and your humble origin to you. It wakes up, police! TODAY YOU ARE FIGHTING YOUR OWN TOWN!
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