Victor Jara was killed half a century ago, the hands with which he tenderly plucked his guitar smashed up before he was machine-gunned and his body dumped.

On Friday, Pedro Barrientos was extradited from the US to Chile to face trial - "Another former soldier, José Navarrete, testified that, in the years after the murder, Barrientos had the habit of brandishing his pistol and declaring 'I killed Víctor Jara with this!'”

In Gaza last week, the poet Refaat Alareer was killed when his house was targeted by an Israeli missile. Shortly before he died, Alareer wrote a poem that someone may put to music:

If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze—
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself—
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up
above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale