A doomed nation portrayed in its eighth star.
Look at their liberty, dare you assay it?
A libertary conquest, bloodshed.
An oxymoron for the defenders
of the land and lives that are only theirs.
The present, a caustic reality.
Propaganda spread by a regime of
pundits, experts of lies, deceit and vice.
Bolivarian pope, undefiant pharaoh
put an embargo on hope, shipments of terror.
Fruity republic of molten banana juice.
Above all their drinkers – the useful fools.
Fear not, the future is copacetic.
A caribean spring is compressed, recoiled.
Will it release, upbraid a rotting ellite?