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They taunted him to play his songs
        Despite his fingers broken,
Him held there with the captive throngs
        As though there were a joke in
Predicament in which they found
        Themselves, after the coup
That put Allende in the ground,
        But what were they to do?

He sang the song of unity
        Before machine gun’s rattle
Cut his sweet voice for all to see
        Sad casualty of battle,
There in the selfsame Stadium
        Where he had sang support— 
His fingers were cut off, so some
        Eye witnesses report.

They taunted him to play and sing,
        Then murdered Victor Jara,
Voice beautiful yet with a sting
        For those who covet power.
Amidst the heavens his voice glides,
        Through hill and dale to tell
How to the job Amanda strides
        To meet with her Manuel.