The Weapon They Fear

Words - these words of freedom

A bequest - never to be silenced

In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance

To make the masses see and sense their needs

He healed so many aching hearts and wounds

And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from

Aspired from the middle of his brothers

Charged this suffering and oppression

One single voice became a storm

His words and melodies - the weapon they fear

Threw back the baseness - back from where it came

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