This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.
FREEDOMWAYS FIRST QUARTER 1972 at the president and the fireman too, and at the father with a son so tall, I laugh at everybody, laugh at you... at you filled with awe by the four hairy chests of men, pompous and hollow, behind gaudy crests, guarding their empires carved from the West. II Charanga interrupts my words: John the Barber's song is heard. Terracotta colonels, politicoes that rob and flout, coffee with bread and butter... sing it out! The bureaucracy agrees to lift the Nation from doubt; two-hundred dollars monthly... sing it out! Yankees give us money to clear away the clouds; above all else la Patria... sing it loud! The same old leaders smile and speak to roaring crowds: the Harvest! Harvest! Harvest! Sing it loud! III Cane stalks, tall, tremble in fear before the blade. Sun broils and air is heavy. Overseers' cries burst dry and hard, like rockets. From deep within the dark mass of beggars who work 24