Words A bequest
In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance
To make the masses see and sense their needs And threw back the baseness He healed so many aching hearts and wounds Aspired from the middle of his brothers
Charged this suffering and oppression
One single voice became a storm
His words and melodies Threw back the baseness Nobody is chosen to suffer Nobody is destined to rule Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing
Fettered his hands but not the words he wrote
These songs we'll sing! "Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara.
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