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by Charles Carreon
Che!
War cry of the oppressed,
Che!
Your name has become the cannonball
The first shot across the bow
Of the flotilla of Privilege
Che!
They claim not to fear you
But they lie
Every time some young rebellious soul
Takes light from your fire
The water rises higher
In the sealed cell where
the lonely, soulless, last capitalist sits
You defy history, threats, Nixon, the CIA,
You threaten tyrants whose names
you never knew
The hopeless prop your effigy
up in the saddle
And send it out against the
oppressive horde
You absorb the bullets, the fire,
The ire of the fearful
You never tire
For the spirit you discovered
In the heart of kindness
Is cold as steel
Vigilant as the eye of the sun
Implacable and
incapable of surrender,
Che!
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