their guns were still smoking, smoldering from their hatred, when they let off their next round into the next set of fathers, sons, mothers and daughters until they were reduced to lifeless bodies slumped over each other in mounds from which rivers of blood seeped out from under.

they had committed no crime. they were free of guilt. free of any wrongdoing.

their lifeless bodies awoke the next morning to a perfectly blue sky as the sun rose as bright as ever to dry the blood soaked soil. they had awoken to the clearest of days and began to dance to the howling winds shooting through the towering peaks of the Andes mountains, to the sound of the gigantic waves of the pacific ocean pounding the Chilean shores, to the sounds of children laughing and playing, running and jumping between luscious trees and decaying tombstones. crabs sought refuge behind rocks while mussels continued their sarcastic smiles plastered on their shells, as waves crashed and pummeled the coast and the voices of children echoed in the valley.

as the day descended and the night approached the sounds of the earth were replaced by those of torture and death, the screaming of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters replaced the howling winds, the pounding waves of the pacific ocean colored a deep dark red, the sound of machine guns and warm blood ran and jumped and splattered the trees and decaying tombstones replacing innocence.



a new set of lifeless fathers and sons, mother and daughters sat in mounds on the Chilean soil the next morning. they also awoke to the bluest of skies, the brightest of suns that dried the blood soaked land and the tears of the pueblo Chileno. . .

more then 3,100 people were killed by the US backed right-wing military dictatorship of pinochet that overthrew the democratically elected government of Salvador Allende in 1973.
more then 35,000 were tortured and maimed.

members of my own family constitute some of these.

very few have paid for these atrocities.

the traitor pinochet escaped trail by dying surrounded by morally deprived members of his family and with the back of the pueblo Chileno facing him. a true coward and traitor to the end. he knew that he died alone.

". . . . . the people ought to defend themselves, but not sacrifice themselves. The people ought not let themselves be subdued or persecuted, but neither should they humble themselves.

Workers of my Nation, I have faith in Chile and its destiny. Other men will go beyond this gray and bitter moment when treason tries to impose itself upon us. Continue to know that, much sooner than later, we will reopen the great promenades down which free men pass, to construct a better society.

Long Live Chile ! Long live the people ! Long live the workers !

These are my last words and I have certainty that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I have certainty that, at least, I will be a moral lesson to castigate felony, cowardice, and treason." - Salvador Allende, September 11, 1973.