somewhere in el salvador there's a grave for 700 pits full of guts and kids who were tortured and hunted by death squad soldiers who won't ever be purged or punished piad for by a government that our tax dollars funded el mozote [x3

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but that was so long ago and our officials have retired and once the stench is gone it's easy to forgive liars an there's so many atrocities this nation's since acquired and a my lai dosen't mean much when the papers stay quiet