In the Land of Chile

In the land of Chile,

Sharp fanged assassins

Crawl through their slime

To slowly creep

Around Chile’s pumping heart.

Vipers of death, deceit, and decay

Coil your entrails around liberty’s

Gasping breath.

As these gray ghouls

Attempt to murder ideas

By burning books,

The Great Moral Giants of the world

Speak out:

“Fascism in the defense of corporations

Is no vice; there is no greater virtue

Than raping in the name of freedom.

And so, the World Bank awards millions to fascists

For the preservation of freedom.

For the sake of peace,

Let’s teach old torturers

New ways to burn, shock, and maim.

And so, the fat prince of Washington

Squats in his capital,

As the red blood of Chile

Gushes through the streets.

Hey! Fat prince,

Ask yourself,

For whose security

Are you fucking

The world’s human rights?

Fools, Fools, Fools!

Do you not know?

Once the seed of liberty

Has been planted in blood.

It shall always sprout forth again.

Surely our harvest will come.

For tyrants can never abort freedom;

They can only delay its birth.