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homage to the homeland

by ICN

What happened? Oh wait I remember A president was elected But we didn't get him Instead we a got a dictatorial regime. Freedom of speech was the first right to go Slowly but surely Prisoners of war Accumulated in the prisons. College kids and Activists Beaten, raped, shot, ridiculed. They might as well have been tarred and feathered How sick do you have to be to shoot at a girl Sitting With her eyes closed Crying for her country? How sick do you have to be to paralyze a 15 year old boy Walking With the rest of us For his future? And don't get me started on the grandpa Who was marching with his grandchildren Or the violinist Dedicating a tune to his country All trying To escape from this country Plagued by insecurity, inflation, and corruption. The only thing we have left Is a small scrap of hope.
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Jul 31, 2017
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i don't usually write about Venezuela, because it is a very touchy subject for me but i couldn't help it after yesterday

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#venezuela#police#regime#dictator#freedom#rape#activist#march#prison#future
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