Cueca negra

To wipe out the people
traitors have come together.
They’ve formed a bouquet
with some pretty flowers.

A fascist in the middle
with two thieves,
three old hags,
four big shots.

Five speculators,
six killers,
seven smugglers,
eight idiots.

Nine petty crooks,
ten right-wingers,
eleven cherimoya sellers,
twelve Freistas.

Crimes and attacks,
black market,
that’s how they’ve tried
to hit the people.

Even though they’ve gathered
they’ll end up cut down.