The Disappeared

Judas is everywhere
The finger of betrayal
A reaper nods his head
inconspicuous looking male

The young man sees the reaper approaching
Fear written on his faces tells the story
No protestation he can emit
Somehow he knows his death will be gory...

All his final hours are torture
No threat to this destructive machine
Another soul to wander the wasteland
Another victim for the regime
Silent screams locked behind the walls
Death and mutilation await
A lifeless body strewn in the gutter
A face of terror, mouth left agape
Bodies dumped in rivers
Bodies dumped in lakes
Bodies tied to iron rails and thrown into the sea....

These are the souls that never found their way home...

Censor, all the brutal facts are coloured dark
guiltless, on his view of freedom he relies
Empty, his family now lacks a patriarch
Murder, his family left to ponder his demise
Musicians, battered bodies, broken tools of trade
Civilians, bullets ripping, cameras in their hands
Politicians, blown apart or shot behind the head
Los Milicos, former comrades fighting for command

Dumped into volcanoes
Dumped in the Atacama
Bodies cremated in the ovens of Lonquen

The Disappeared!