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This is for the martyrs Of hope reaching, yearning Extending their arms towards A freedom which they Never quite reach in their lives This is for you Neoliberalism kills people The burden of business Believe me you never heard a verse As urgent as this is Merciless merky mercenaries merge with Merchants of mischief murder wishes Kill dreams and hopes and disturb the infants It's not about Joker, metro tickets And WhatsApp it's about the gap between have Lots and do not haves Your fake bomb detectors can't stop that Embezzle billions in the name of A non-existent social contract Analysis to feet hanging Dangling from the leg Still staggering from expired gas Canisters in the head It's not about pity, hands out or sympathy It's about employment, water and electricity Autumn of discontent The spring was a lost memory Hybrid war combined with Economic shock therapy Sectarianism buries vision beyond What's revealed Corruption guards an economic Model that kills Neocon wars make neoliberal utopias Intergenerational traumas and all Forms of phobia Wrote death into the constitution Like snipers in chairs Birds fall from the sky as Tear gas privatises the air Those that passed, I kiss the Soles of your feet, you inspired us Tireless in the face of violent tyrants Till your eyes were shut Defiant lions every side of the street You defy the thugs Rebellion the purest expression of a Vital type of love عيب يولِن عيب لك خلي يصير عدنه شرف وين شرفنه احنة، والبنات يصيحن بالشارع حرامية ويكول عن الشرف They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام The IMF requires death The snipers fire at a child's chest They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام The IMF requires death The snipers fire at a child's chest أحلامنا سرقوها آمالنا دمروها علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء أحلامنا سرقوها آمالنا دمروها علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء Somebody tell Nixon the economy Is still screaming And tell Milton Friedman that His ideas killed freedoms Selling state assets to private Interests is real treason Freezing chills deepen Hands of Victor Jara still bleeding Rigor mortis when we rock the fortress The ghost of Salvador Allende Still washing corpses More than pawns on a chess board How couldn't they expect more? Those with nothing to lose Knock gladly on death's door Kissinger's dream for Chile was Nothing but a nightmare Legions of doom don't fight fair They might impair your sight If you like to stare Gas canisters slice the air Neoliberalism born in Chile (It will die there) Those that passed, I kiss the Soles of your feet, you inspired us Tireless in the face of violent tyrants Till your eyes were shut Defiant lions every side of the street You defy the thugs Rebellion the purest expression of a Vital type of love El pueblo unido jamás será vencido They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido The IMF requires death The snipers fire at a child's chest El pueblo unido jamás será vencido They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido The IMF requires death The snipers fire at a child's chest أحلامنا سرقوها آمالنا دمروها علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء أحلامنا سرقوها آمالنا دمروها علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء