summer 1980
Buenos Aires was and perhaps still is a lovely city
it was here, many years ago I was thought by
a young prostitute to do the tango and other exquisite things.
Right now the city is invaded by a coterie of leaders
from all over the world carving up their interest sphere,
peace talks it is called, and that is ok if they are able
to rein in a Saudi crown prince an upstart who is a killer
dripping of blood spoiling the carpet.
Mind, the nations that supply him with weaponry
are guilty too for the bombing of Yemen, pity Israel is
not on the agenda and they haven`t even got oil.
Soon the show will be over the people can take over
marching in the streets of Buenos Aires, waving flags
of protests about taxes and in the night do the tango
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