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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.