¡Adios a Perez-Molina! By Christian Betancourt
Behind sturdy steel bars you stand
Your filthy corruption has caught up to you.
While you collected millions of our Quetzals in secret.
You thought we would be naive.
It will be a many ages before
You are to see light outside the crummy prison.
My pueblo gathered peacefully on a warm day in August
As we flooded the Constitution Square
Inside the capital of Guatemala
Ten of thousands of enraged faces
Fuming at your actions
Students, priests, and businessmen
Chanting that you'd be in-prisoned.
Classes at San Carlos University-postponed
Work must also wait
Tonight corruption must come to a halt!
As you roam down those narrow crowded halls
Filled with crooks and marreros
With your head tilted towards the floor
You will crime you will recall!
Even the worst of all criminals look down you.
We did not burn down our buildings
Did not cause a ruckus
Our city was not ripped in pieces
No dead bodies nor fatalities were not reported.
We protested civilly.
At last! You and Baldetti will not sit inside the oval office any longer.
You will sit inside four confined grey brick walls in Matamoros.
Among slimy disgusting criminals like yourself
With your backs against the wall
Staring unto the outside
Reminiscing our your malevolent actions.
September 3rd 2015
You are gone!
Yelling "¡dejemene ir!"
You can no longer run away
From your actions
¡Adios a Perez-Molina!
My people rejoice at these news!
When your hands were crossed against your back
Wrapped around hard metal cuffs
Singing freely along the streets
¡El pueblo manda!