Look at how they talk to us about freedom
When they actually deprive us of it from over there
Look at how they proclaim tranquility
When authority torments us

What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slaughtering
His doves

Look at how they talk to us about paradise
When bullets rain on us like hail
Look at the enthusiasm with the sentence
Knowing they were killing innocence

What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slaughtering
His doves

The one who officiates death like an executioner
Is calmly having his breakfast
With this, they put the noose around their neck
The fifth commandment has no seal

What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slaughtering
His doves

The more injustice, Mr. Prosecutor
The stronger my soul is to sing
It's beautiful to sow the wheat in the field
Watered with your blood, Julian Grimao

What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slaughtering
His doves

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