Standing in a fishbowl
Armed forces used control
Rummaged our suitcases – and stole
Religious statue stomped and crushed
Bracelets, watches and rings, too
Cheekbones flushed with red hue
Standing powerless with no clue
Puzzled eyes filled with soreness
Could not keep the tears away
Motherland; we cannot stay
Their hearts are made of clay
Heartless souls without a conscious
Pushed us out to the unknown
With no food and with no throne
Only wretchedness and woe to moan
Sadly humming with discomfort
I left my great-aunts weeping
Soldiers with rifles creeping
Only hope and faith keeping
To follow the unknown
Boarded a Pan Am airplane
My parents could not explain
The heartache, sorrow, misery, and pain
With deep profound dark shadows
We left Cuba to reach freedom
Reaching exile with just wisdom
Bearing in mind palm trees at random
Glared the brightness from the sunshine
As we were led to our new home
There was no place to roam
Through spiny leaves and Sea Holm
Just rest – rest from the daunting journey
Through the melancholy and gloom
Different language from the womb
Six people lived in an abode amid one room
Not knowing what stood ahead
From being rich and now so poor
Only God knew what was ahead for sure
For us to speculate – was premature
Endless days and stormy nights ahead
Nevertheless, we had love, and health
This meant more than any wealth
No longer living amongst minds stricken by filth
Modest was the hummingbird
That sang so sweet each morning
Living in freedom – no more warning
Celebrating life, not in mourning
In a great country that embraced us all
You capture the chaos well; sadly this write could also apply to America, and a dozen other countries on this beleaguered planet.
Blessings, and welcome to AD friend ...
Richard
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2007
I've been to Cuba four times, lost some good stuff at customs, and it was rare to get Cubans to say what they really thought of Fidel. Indeed, everywhere soldiers have, what look like kalasnikovs, the health care seemed second to none, cars from America 50's... Yet the people are friendly and always have a smile. Cuba is the most beautiful island, yet the housing...What housing? Where does all the tourists money go. Under it all I felt it is a country built on fear and oppression, kinda waiting to implode...
That said, never have I seen so many beautiful women on one island, with stunning smiles, and great dancers. You could look but not touch,(kinda) one of our group did, even though he paid the guard to let her be, he took the money and we heard she was getting two years, and if a cuban picked a fight, he could get up to 20 years...
As for public transport, yikes...
I often wonder what would have happened if Che had not been betrayed by Fidel and shot by the CIA...
Many Americans have told me he was evil, yet after reading all his works, and other peoples about him, he had a heart for justice, not just in latin america, but in Africa too... Once he became a doctor I read that he help find a cure against leprosy. Something about Che that fascinates me. My ex (from NY) hates him and all he stood for.
Cuba could be the most divine country in the world, but it needs America to stop the stupid embargo, and Cubans to fight for their beautiful country... I must admitt I felt totally safe over there, and will go back many more times, just to watch the dolpins swimming at dawn, a soldier who looked tough, saw me taking pics at dawn, and videos, neither spoke the same lingo, but he took me in to a secured area where the view was breath taking, and for a couple of hours we shared Gods beauty....
If Cuba was free, I'd live there in a heart beat....
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2007
Love and health are indeed great wealth. I wish you sucess. Victor
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You capture the chaos well; sadly this write could also apply to America, and a dozen other countries on this beleaguered planet.
Blessings, and welcome to AD friend ...
Richard
That said, never have I seen so many beautiful women on one island, with stunning smiles, and great dancers. You could look but not touch,(kinda) one of our group did, even though he paid the guard to let her be, he took the money and we heard she was getting two years, and if a cuban picked a fight, he could get up to 20 years...
As for public transport, yikes...
I often wonder what would have happened if Che had not been betrayed by Fidel and shot by the CIA...
Many Americans have told me he was evil, yet after reading all his works, and other peoples about him, he had a heart for justice, not just in latin america, but in Africa too... Once he became a doctor I read that he help find a cure against leprosy. Something about Che that fascinates me. My ex (from NY) hates him and all he stood for.
Cuba could be the most divine country in the world, but it needs America to stop the stupid embargo, and Cubans to fight for their beautiful country... I must admitt I felt totally safe over there, and will go back many more times, just to watch the dolpins swimming at dawn, a soldier who looked tough, saw me taking pics at dawn, and videos, neither spoke the same lingo, but he took me in to a secured area where the view was breath taking, and for a couple of hours we shared Gods beauty....
If Cuba was free, I'd live there in a heart beat....