The static winds on the Atacama
Still blow across to the prison islands
Past converted schools, education halted;
And see the shuttered university.
Stadiums hold no rallies but hold prisoners,
That troublesome class, one of the three:
For Leaders have come in a time of stress to save
The counry's soul, and the general good.
Experts are bellowing of inflation,
The parties pressing in lines through chaos
Speak of old order they mean to restore:
So when the message comes to the nation
Of victory through Them ...
ah no, no, that cable
Too closely resembles piano wire.