Luyện nghe bài hát Junta

What horrors we
in the of day,
left decaying
for the to see.

Conakry,
September, two nine.
Dadis,
junta chief, will not
his
to sworn law.
Thousands
to that he withdraw.

trapped.

gather,
drawn.
Fire.

Butchery in tear gas,
bayonettes eyes.
Flesh strewn the grass,
knives sever from thighs.
Women raped gun barrels,
bullet through a head,
of humans feral
as haul away the dead.

Red berets,
guard,
murder-crazed,
a scarred.
they loot,
ribs they
boot.
wrapped.

du
jamais-vu,
said.

nous,
pled
to god.
At the a mother
out her son.
No remains found.
A father
for his gun,
his daughter
in an base,
by soldiers in turn,
til a rapist
her face,
and, shamed, set her
free.

She speaks no to her doctor,
for her pain disgrace her kin.
For weeks she not sleep or dream.

Camara denied for the atrocity:
The beyond my control.
The chief of his guard drew a
and fired a round in the
skull.

He survives,
abdicates.
A of

compete in
first
vote.

the year.

unclear.
Will of the
Guineans
Cond.

The suicide,
the son found,
the alive.
The alive.