Panama Twelve

Two political prisoners
were sitting in a van with
two Panamanian National Guardsmen
In the front seat
Outside a bar in down town
Panama City

The two National Guardsmen
went inside to check out the bar
Leaving the two men chained
In the back seat

Once inside they spoke
To the bartender in a language
I couldn't understand
And then there was an explosion
Coming from outside the bar
And without looking the
Two guardsmen laughed
And downed their tequila and beers
While outside you could see the
Flames engulf the jeep
The two prisoners lit up
Like two scarecrows tossed into
A bonfire