Mad Dura asked CIA for suggestions to resurrect Pinochet from grave
To interfere into democracy of oil shares, global trade panic dismay
To exterminate the spectre haunted double you dots-they plot and enflame
To humanise the people with torture sport stadium, budget military parade,
To patronise international law, slums, this here hunger to be multibillion safe,
For freedom, patria and the global beast-devide and rule the mob...a fresh grave.
Pinochet received anew an extradition demand from his old-new grave...
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