Junta Lyrics - Singles - Cormorant

What horrors we wage 

in the light of day, 

bodies left decaying 

for the world to see. 

Conakry, 

September, two thousand nine. 

Mose Dadis, 

junta chief, will not resign 

his command 

to sworn democratic law. 

Thousands band 

to demand that he withdraw. 

Crowd trapped. 

Soldiers 

gather, 

guns drawn. 

Fire. 

Butchery veiled in tear gas, 

bayonettes puncture eyes. 

Flesh strewn across the grass, 

knives sever robes from thighs. 

Women raped with gun barrels, 

bullet through a childs head, 

howls of humans feral 

as they haul away the dead. 

Red berets, 

elite guard, 

murder-crazed, 

a city scarred. 

Stores they loot, 

ribs they snap 

under boot. 

Cadavers wrapped. 

Cest du 

jamais-vu, 

they said. 

Pourquoi 

nous, Allah? 

they pled 

to absent god. 

At the morgue a mother 

seeks out her son. 

No remains were found. 

A desperate father 

reaches for his gun, 

his daughter bound 

in an army base, 

used by soldiers in turn, 

til a rapist discerned 

her familiar face, 

and, shamed, set her 

free. 

She speaks no word to her doctor, 

for fear her pain disgrace her kin. 

For weeks she dared not sleep or dream. 

Camara denied blame for the atrocity: 

The militarys beyond my control. 

The chief of his guard drew a pistol 

and fired a round in the presidents 

skull. 

He survives, 

abdicates. 

A flood of 

candidates 

compete in Guineas 

first truly 

democratic vote. 

Anarchy 

mars the year. 

Election 

frauds unclear. 

Will of the people: 

Guineans elect 

Alpha Cond. 

The girls suicide, 

the son never found, 

the butchers alive. 

The butchers alive.