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Tune for Che

Che, your cofrades Hill create

A  hymmn from you of love and hate

Your body is their instrument

Of faith and courage and dissent

Keys  have  been made  from  all your bones

To play  the  scale  of  human  groans

Your skin is stretched to make a drum

That plays the beat of fights to come

From your throat they've made a flute

That pleads for those who  are  still mute

From your lips a whitle calls

Every time a just man falls

Your heart's a bell that rings eeeeach time

An unjust man commits a crime

A guitar from your rib-cage

Plays  the sorrow of our age

Your sinews have become the stings

That weep each time the guitar sings

Each of your words is now a song

Which has the power  to right a wrong

Each deed a note,  each note a word

Each word a song that can be heard

And the foe learns to his cost

That nothing of you has been lost

Do yo see,  Che, what love  can do

For those you loved who  now love you?

B.Stephens

EEUU

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