Pisagua

With a fist raised
they saw him pass
through the streets
of our city
no one knew his fate
he was missing
to his family and his son
they never saw him alive again

From the headquarters
an order was heard
he must be shot
his body buried
the soldiers remained
with his blood on their hands

18 years later
of anguish and pain
they found his body
mutilated and destroyed
to his family and his son
they demand trial and punishment

In his Mercedes goes the general
delighting in his impunity
with the weight on his conscience
of taking other lives
arrested by his order
murdered from behind