Victor Jara, his dignity and his legacy

‎39 years ago today, Victor Jara was killed by Pinochet's army. In his final days, in the midst of terror and torture, he composed his last, greatest poem. I recommend you read it; an English translation is available at: 

http://www.mahmag.org/english/worldpoetry.php?itemid=380 

The final few stanzas are thus:

"Song, How imperfect you are!
When I most need to sing, I cannot
I cannot because I am still alive
I cannot because I am dying

It terrifies me to find myself
Lost in infinite moments
On which silence and shouts
Are the objectives of my song

What I now see, I have never seen
What I feel and what I have felt
Will make the moment spring again."

Resistance is never futile.