Angel Rubio

With your angelic face...
And your neat, blonde hair,
Who would think a guy so handsome
Could act so damn bad...
Not even the law of obedience
Could put an end
To the sad and brutal memory
You left after taking so many lives.
You're an expert at torturing teenagers
And stealing when the chance comes,
You think you're tough and brave,
But to me, you're just a scum-
bag, a loser, and now people
Openly despise you
For being a coward and a thief.
You show your courage and strength
When facing off against
Enemies as ruthless
As a couple of French nuns.
And maybe you think I admire you
For giving in that time,
When you kissed the Englishman's feet
Without firing a single shot.
It's no coincidence that your famous last name
Rhymes with poor fool
And I don't get how you even exist...
I wish you had never been born.
And Piluso, the captain never forgotten,
Whom my whole generation remembers,
Is ashamed to share your rank,
Because you’re really a mis-
erable excuse for a soldier
Who deserves to be hanged
From the end of a rope.