The Weapon They Fear کے بول

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