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The White Bones Of Allende

Tom Paxton
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You are flying to Vienna, you have phones aboard your airplane.
You sit at oaken tables and you speak in solemn tones.
While the leaders of all nations keep a deep respectful silence,
You're moving pawns and bishops made of flesh and blood and bone.
But the white bones of Allende and the scattered bones of Chile
Are the scream that breaks the silence of the thousands blown away.
Yes, the white bones of Allende and the scattered bones of Chile
Are not silent, they are screaming, they're your Peace Prize, Doctor K.


While you banter with reporters, while you charm your fellow diners,
While you dance with wives of princes, while you rest from cares of state,
There are thousands in the prisons, there are widows numb with sorrow,
There are graves unmarked and hidden, there are ghosts outside your gate.
And the white bones of Allende and the scattered bones of Chile
Are the scream that breaks the silence of the thousands blown away.
Yes, the white bones of Allende and the scattered bones of Chile
Are not silent, they are screaming, they're your Peace Prize, Doctor K.


For it's Kissinger in China, it's Kissinger in Cairo
and it’s Kissinger at NATO in the grand old power game.
But the white bones of Allende tell another, darker story,
For you never got to Chile, but you killed it just the same.
Yes, the white bones of Allende and the scattered bones of Chile
Are the scream that breaks the silence of the thousands blown away.
Yes, the white bones of Allende and the scattered bones of Chile
Are not silent, they are screaming, they're your Peace Prize, Doctor K.


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