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It is necessary to judge those hands stained by the dead he killed with his terror; the dead from under the beaten earth are rising up like seeds of sorrow.
Because this is a time never before dreamed of.
And Nixon, the trapped mouse, his eyes wide with fear, is watching the rebirth of flags shot down.
He was defeated every day in Vietnam.
In Cuba his rage was dissipated and now in the buried twilight this rodent wants to gnaw at Chile not knowing that Chileans of little importance are going to give him a lesson in honor.