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We did it! Lo Logramos! by Christian Betancourt
In the midst of being misled by corrupted crooks
We rose above and gathered in peace
¡Adios a Perez-Molina! By Christian Betancourt
Behind sturdy steel bars you stand
Your filthy corruption has caught up to you.
I remember the lady remembering her first son
She taught him his first word, his first step turned run.
His first tear, how she’d stop to kiss it
Lashes long, Apparel unclean.
Everything is wrong, and the government is mean.
A scary disease, and a sad smile.
Hoping for relief, or a friend to stay a while.
