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The Junta

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Under a burning sun they lead him before the firing squad Without flinching, without begging, without crying out, without swearing The sword was lowered, the butchers fired, fired, fired, fired, fired, fired The junta in power struck cold and hard The junta purged ruthlessly, no hesitation Right hands held high, iron fists on poverty On little people living in misery Elections are fixed, peasants are tricked Opponents arrested, hidden ant tortured in jails underground In the hands of exiled SS old and new The past and the future trapped by four walls of blood Talk democracy speak of ways of life In front of the gunrunners who come bearing arms American, Swiss, French or Soviets They'll leave the poor only what's left


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