Atlantuya cried under 6 feet down the slope
The body turned into ashes absorbed by the soil and misty dews
Blending it perfectly back to nature
Where we all will be going too
The cry of justice seems a long process
In the court trying to find solace
Every script seems a long way from home
The soul dies yet justice seems a long time
The ruling elites trying not to know
Letting the court decides the fate of others
Somebody has to take the fall
The dirty work tainted blood flow
Linking the plot finding ways to free
Of the plot befalling the decease
The plotters hide away
Stashed wealth and favors
Denying it all in the process
No names no clues no pictures
Yet Atlantuya whispers
Along the corridors of power for justice
On her poor soul dead in many pieces
For a crime must be paid……….
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