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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.
As my feet stand here in the nation of corn fields,
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.