Maniobras de Guerra

Order 000, Draw 418
Order 001, Draw 754
Order 002, Draw 845

That morning they woke you up
With strange numbers echoing
And without even realizing
You were a new soldier
Many dreams were cut off
Others diverged
Suddenly they enlisted you
And crowded you on a ship
Military service, how disgusting you are!
Love for the Motherland! Take up your arms! To kill!
Where is the enemy? Did they erase it? Did they change it?
A serious ball was formed
Among officers, corporals, sergeants, and lieutenants
They have enemies! And they have them in front of them
They are the lefties, faggots, little heads
And especially, black little balls

Take up arms, love for the Motherland. To kill!

Order 019, Draw 727
Order 020, Draw 419

Without enemies, without flags, without borders
Lieutenant, the order is: Kill anyone!

Time passed, a lot of time:
By Carrasco's blood, the military service ended up being nothing
But in my mind, the persistent memory remains
Of the kids from Malvinas, the disappeared
Poor forgotten ones, the survivors...
As a reward, they threw a little badge to the soldiers
That morning, when they drew you
Your days were numbered
With those damn numbers, life tied you down
To a distant destiny, a strange country
In a forgotten cold mud, the bodies piled up
April 2nd, national black day...

Sometimes, when I analyze this life
Turned upside down and without values
I feel like escaping
I look to one side and the other
Trying to find those responsible
And for what?
The beasts of the regime
Burned the ideals
Along with books by Cortázar and Benedetti
They led us to the war of '82
Nothing to rescue, just corpses to count