Between the benign & the mundane,
the tyrant squashed people
like measly bugs,
trashed their human rights,
citizens disappeared in
the middle of the night,
pigs & neon flashes,
dreams destroyed,
scattering the saviors.

The heroic,
those ****** coups,
& the pink tide
won’t matter,
we’re all going
to where Hugo went
anyways,
imperialists with those
Zamora-phytes.