Chile
I went to Pinochets Chile. He was a murderer, its history now and Pinochets dead, He was good friend of Thatcher which should say it all. He led the coup that financed and supported by the CIA killed Allende and killed a dream. Victor Jara... google him.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%ADctor_Jara
I hated Pinochet, he "dissapeared" people.He governed with terror, and the Santiago stadium will foreever live in shame.
Valparaiso around Cape Horn 1985.
Bob Dylan
Guided people to their places
In the cemetery
Wearing a top hat
We were gone
Going
To Valparaiso
The Horn was sick and busy
I vomited my breakfast.
Pinochet welcomed us
With hands held out.
Marlborough and whiskey and
Threats with burp guns.
Dont mention Pablo…
Don’t mention the Stadium de Santiago.
Don’t mention Pinochet
Dragging mind in dirt
Like fifty filthy pieces of denial
Don’t mention Jara
Love has died
Poetry is dead
The girl let me hold her buttocks
$20 for more
Poetry is dead
Don't mention
The General.
Ears everywhere,
Ears are fears.
I stagger on stained and dread
High on the squaller and fear
Whiskey washing my head
Whisper the Stadium
Shy half smiles that beg you to
Fuck off and keep us safe.
I wonder why they don’t laugh
At Americas latest joke.
We thought the English are nice
Why are you the generals friend
It isn’t me
Twenty years later I still
Cry with guilt….