The Junta

Once, a very long time ago You truly understood our woes Your youthful energy burned bright Promising to deliver us from limbo Indeed, a welcome beacon in the dark Maybe it was the lesser evil For surely, the corrupt regime had to go In crises like those, sacrifices had to be made So we dutifully turned our backs And let the blood flow For a while, you were the ideal leader Our dear and beloved liberator The butchery forgotten, tranquility returned Success for all was certain The fruits of democracy as we know it It was all too good to be true Murmurs of discontent flared Pertinent questions arose, zero answers came forth The leader had lost sight of the noble goal Democracy was a mere mirage Injustice of all forms is meted out generously Murder and gore freely roam the streets Empty pockets stare at us mockingly Tears stain our cheeks We call to the government in vain So here we stand once again Swearing that the correct regime must go More than ready to sacrifice But the blood.Oh God!the blood Let blood not flow...