How deluded dares a despot?
How desperate and bizarre?
Sit back and hear the sad tale of
The Bones of Bolívar.
A man named Simón once there was,
General in Freedom's War,
e'er marked down by Historia
as El Libertador.
For Sovereign Rights, Natural Law,
and Private Property
he rallied forces against Spain,
these Things to guarantee.
Like Heroes in The North, he fought
and soon, both near and far,
The Southern Continent was freed
by Simón Bolívar.
But as time passed he saw his dream
misused, misunderstood
and feared he only "plowed the tide"
for future thug and hood.
For while the North had Founders full,
Simón and South had few
and some of those thought Republic
a foolish thing to do.
So Simón made his sad mistake
which haunts him to this day:
he had himself declared supreme
to keep those wolves at bay.
While intentions may have been pure
and legacy immense,
he gave to villains image false
to use in their defense.
When Death found him, a broken man;
regrets, uncertainty
filled his last thoughts, all was for naught
to make The People free.
And once he died men said their words
and soon denied their debt;
"Convenient Myths" convenient men
conveniently forget.
And now a petty thug Hugo
enslaves that southern land,
through fraud and fist and fear and fib
forces his red command.
He learned from ev'ry tyrant mad
to make People obey,
like Cuban crimelord Castro and
his psycho-killer Che.
There are no depths he will not plumb
to wear his precious crown:
he'll fix Elections, silence Speech,
and shut Industry down,
punish Dissenters, run The Press,
and hold The People slaves,
he'll trample bodies, step on skulls,
and even dig up graves.
He acts the fool before the world,
so Simón's words came true:
plowing the sea for thugs, Chávez,
means he predicted you.
Yet with his head made out of huff
and heart made out of stone,
Hugo dares to compare himself
night and day to Simón!
But one sowed Locke; the other, Marx.
So, know them by their fruits
(that renegordo is not fit
to spit shine Simón's boots!).
Bolívar didn't make his name
through petulance and gall.
He didn't torture diplomats
making Peace through fútbol.
He used his power with regret
to salvage what he could,
and not to serve as role model
for power hungry hood.
He didn't posture, and pretend,
and aggrandize himself,
and didn't claim Utopia
and point to empty shelf.
Despite all this the world's "elites"
give to Chávez prestige,
as our ivy league overlords
claim rule is best by liege,
as to him puppet Barry O.
extends bestring-ed hand,
as dread king Soros deals him in
to further spite Our Land.
But we here in The North don't trust
our "elites" or our king,
as The South doesn't trust Hugo
or his red following.
So Hugo turned more paranoid
and spun a fable grim:
assassins took out Bolívar
and now they'll take out him.
But Bolívar died sick in bed,
consumption fatal grew.
Still, Hugo had Simón dug up
to foist fable as true.
So speak these words as oft you will
in loud resounding tones:
"The grave of Simón was defiled,
Chávez dug up his bones."
Tyrants obsessed so with a man
will not just let him lie,
they'll reach their ends by any means:
Dead Heroes, You, or I.
So let's affirm it plain and clear,
so there'll be no dispute:
he's a special kind of crazy,
still the "elites" stand mute.
But Bolívar who battled Spain,
would join Juan Carlos, Rey,
and shout at Hugo if he could,
¿No te callas, por qué?
From Hugo he'd take back his sword
and end that tyranny
del Piqueño Renegordo
and set The People free.
But Death comes even to Chávez;
Castros, Ortegas fall,
and Simón, like Historia,
is waiting for them all.
5
10
15
20
25
30
35
40
40
50
55
60
65
70
75
80
85
90
95
100
105
110
115
120
