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And the trapeze I was sitting on- it was the executioners noose
And the white sands stretching long- they were sun-bleached-bones, loose
With the years of forgetting-
Olvido perdono- all this- begetting
And the report is a map- 4000 k of torture and death
‘N they don’t give a crap- wine, eat and shop, laugh lest
Lest we should remember,
those-ssh. those-ssh- those facts of september
Don’t think, just be- a democracy made of cheap hotdogs, no books
Eighty percent illitera-cy[1]- gossip mags and saucy looks
most detained women sexually abused
Lives dreams words- old flesh. now used
And lest we forget- we’ve all moved on, no-one cares
Family victims I ‘spect- still holding on- yet everyone stares:
Look: the black and white photographs of the dead
Or stare at the glossy pictas of American teens instead
Communist conspiracies- why blame the military now
Oh n’ innocent kids-I see- 33 thousand lives- oh wow.
-and the (copper-bought) traffic
goes on,
down roads of cheap consumerism ,
stretching long.
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