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The military s beyond my control., for the world to see
Murder-crazed, her familiar face, what horrors we wage
No remains were found, no remains were found
Stores they loot, thousands band
As they haul away the dead, used by soldiers in turn
bodies left decaying
Butchery veiled in tear gas, camara denied blame for the atrocity
Bayonettes puncture eyes, bayonettes puncture eyes
cadavers wrapped
For fear her pain disgrace her kin, for fear her pain disgrace her kin
His daughter bound, bullet through a child s head Cormorant, at the morgue a mother
For weeks she dared not sleep or dream, no remains were found Cormorant, the butchers alive
democratic vote
mars the year
Will not resign, will of the people, the son never found
for weeks she dared not sleep or dream
The butchers alive, howls of humans feral, the son never found
thousands band
to demand that he withdraw
Seeks out her son, ribs they snap Cormorant, she speaks no word to her doctor
Guineans elect, she speaks no word to her doctor
at the morgue a mother
a city scarred
Knives sever robes from thighs, bayonettes puncture eyes
Bayonettes puncture eyes, to sworn democratic law, seeks out her son
Will not resign, at the morgue a mother
Bodies left decaying, howls of humans feral, the butchers alive
Butchery veiled in tear gas, democratic vote
No remains were found, her familiar face
what horrors we wage
To demand that he withdraw, til a rapist discerned
No remains were found, her familiar face
Frauds unclear, knives sever robes from thighs Cormorant, the son never found
howls of humans feral
A city scarred, cadavers wrapped Junta, as they haul away the dead
She speaks no word to her doctor, a city scarred Cormorant, the butchers alive
as they haul away the dead
Murder-crazed, the girl s suicide Junta, for weeks she dared not sleep or dream
stores they loot
Knives sever robes from thighs, used by soldiers in turn, women raped with gun barrels
To demand that he withdraw, in the light of day, ribs they snap
frauds unclear
the butchers alive
What horrors we wage, seeks out her son
For fear her pain disgrace her kin, compete in guinea s, two thousand nine
The butchers alive, to sworn democratic law
to demand that he withdraw
Seeks out her son, will of the people
Women raped with gun barrels, for weeks she dared not sleep or dream, in the light of day
The son never found, to sworn democratic law