The newspaper is a tragedy
The television headlines are an irony
The potbellied rulers see it as a fantasy
They have made the country a den of anarchy

Machetes sliding through the throats of the innocent
The leaders turn deaf ears to our complaints
The melodious voices of our mothers have gone faint
Our fathers are paying for an unknown debt

Our youths are swimming in the ocean of confusion
They have turned hungry dogs for a deceitful decision
They trade their rights for temporary conditions
Now they sing the praise of the wicked in desperation.